Sunday, 10 March 2013

Day 17: I feel like jello.

Today is our roommate's birthday. Happy birthday, if you're reading this.

Last night my husband and him decided to make a bunch of jello and layer it in a gigantic ice cream pail, because they could. That means two things:

1) most of my fridge is currently consumed by a giant thing of jello

2) I just want to eat jello.

And I feel like that jello. All squishy and squidgey and messy. I feel like I can't hold myself together if I tried, and like I might fall over if the walls holding me up weren't there.

Today is a bad day for my inside body. I just want to eat whip cream and cake and jello until I fall asleep.

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