I just realized that I am wearing my third yellow sweater, with my fluffy hair, feeling a bit cold, with my blue cardigan in my bed, with my shoes cover with blue pigment since we painted with pigment and sand today, and for a whole week I being joking around to get a sheep since I can’t get a dog.
I DON’T LIKE WHERE WE ARE GOING, STOP THE TRAIN.
If a gremlin asks me to go to prison to kick a Teletubby, I will run in the other direction,
I can’t count, you won’t calm me counting--














