Fun-A-Day, Day 12.

Getting there. I still have ideas, so that's a pleasant surprise. And I'm (mostly) keeping up, though I've fallen behind a few times.

This quote is from a poem I wrote after this awful woman I know died. She was the worst. But at her funeral, everyone was talking about her like she was super-nice and frankly, she was barely decent. All I could think was that maybe you could just not say anything, instead of bullshitting? Also, I'm a weird combination of morbid and vain.

when I die

please please please

do not bury me

in an ugly dress.

I'll be SO pissed.

-s.