My life is so effin' amazing, I can hardly stand it.
Except for in this one...little...area. So I've written this little blurb on the one little area to cleanse it from my effin' amazing life.
How Tina Crochets
by Tina, the siren sex goddess
I make this little chain. It looks like some sort of post-War Games perforated caterpillar or something. After that, it all goes downhill. Theoretically I am supposed to then hook into my caterpillar chain and start making these different knots, but then they get stuck on my hook and piss me off. So then I throw my yarn, drink a Diet Coke and jump on my mini-trampoline for a few minutes until I calm down. I retrieve my yarn, cut off the knotty chunk, throw it away and swear to start again tomorrow.
The End
To continue my cleanse, I have also written this haiku:
Hate mowing the grass
Hate stubbing my toe at night
Hate crochet even more.
God, I'm good. It's like a mental colonic. I think.
An Enema for the mind....
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