Saturday, October 3, 2009

I've Got

this big hairy monkey clutching to my shoulders. His breath smells like self-doubt and insecurities.
Everytime I look at the calender, in the mirror, or at the clock, he slaps me in the face with his bushy tail.

At least my scalp is mite-free....

1 comment:

Silent Blog said...

I'm sorry about slapping you. Im sorry that Im always hanging on your back. I just want to loveee youuuu

sara the insecurity monkey