Get a Life
well, here i am at the grocery
store looking at some
good food that i could
possibly cook for a friend,.
i wonder if this is what
my friends mean,
when they say........
get a life.
i am scared at the grocery
at 3 am and everyone
even the night employees
look like a vampire would
look.
i hurry up near the frozen
food and find frozen
biscuits with my
frozen breakfast
trays
slowly i look around
and pull my cart up to
the cashier and dump
all my goods on the
counter
now, i am loading
my car, by myself,
and wishing that
someone would
come over and cook
these things for
me.
hey guys is this a
life......somehow
i thought i would
be more exciting.
Copyright © Janetta Harrington | Year Posted 2007
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