So I forgot Valentines Day, and it got me in pretty big trouble and I fell in a hole that I couldn't get out of and turned into a pair of boxer shorts, sweeping the floor with Murphy's Oil soap and I grew a pair of wings and and I wished for the bugs to crawl out of my skin so I wouldn't forget that it was Valentines day... this is a free writing blog right?
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Good.
I'm such a worm, a douche, silly me--what a prick!
So the Murphy's oil soap turned to Clorox and I wondered to clean the floors for peasants who worshiped my keen cleaning skills. Had it not been for them, I would have been a lonely soul without anyone to thank but myself. And, by golly, that'd be lonely. I wouldn't understand that tho, I'm a pair of boxer shorts, shining the floor with Murphy's oil soap--
Wait! I'm cleaning the floors for peasants!
"Do you know what to-morrow is, Kitty?" Alice Began. "You'd have guessed it if you'd been up in the widow with me--only Dinah was making you tidy, so you coudln't. I was watching the boy getting in the sticks for the bonfire1 -- and it wants plenty of stick, Kitty"! (138-139)
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So I'm baffled Ben, the bug in my brain forgot the most important thing and I'm such a stain for not remembering--such a stain. If I had not tried to be so perfect. Perhaps--
NO. I would not be bugging around, sweeping the floor for peasants who envy my gleaming moxie and my illustrious charm. I would be with the most perfect person in the world (according to her), had my head not been in the clouds, and my life would be just dandy if I clung to the ideas of Valentines Day as a definition of my Murphy's Oil boxer shorts or my Clorox Bleach sweat pants.
"Do you know, I was so angry, Kitty," Alice went on, as soon as they were comfortably settled again, "when I saw all the mischief you had been doing, I was very nearly oepinging the window, and putting you out into the snow!"(139)
But honey....
You forgot the the love, your such a thug for trying to scrub and cleaning the rugs. And you forgot a card--on that looks like THESE!--
Sillly me....
If it wasn't for the worms and the books and the bugs of the peasants rugs--
.. and I embraced the fact that I had gotten lost in something I cared about--even if I forgot and slipped on the Murphy's Oil soap and wondered why I was so blocked with these bugs. It was something that had to be let out, my forgetfulness is now clorox clean.
Wait, I'm Listerine with flouride...
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