I'm reading, drinking tea and eating a piece of toast with strawberry jam.
Of course, I've managed to spill jam all over my mouse.
Why can't I be graceful? The nursery rhyme said I would be: "Tuesday's child is full of grace." Such crap.
When I die and return to this earth as a new version of myself, I want to be graceful. Graceful. Elegant. Chic. Not constantly jammy.
1 comment:
except people who are graceful, elegant and chic all the time are also scary as all freaking hell!
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