She is anything but simple. She may be dark. She may be funny. You may relate to her. You many not like her at all.
Originally posted on UnSimply She:
? I murdered a leprechaun. The leprechaun lived in my cabinet. The leprechaun thrived on sabotaging my diet. He replaced my fruit bowl with a cookie jar filled with Samoas. He turned my black coffee into Caramel Macchiatos. My carrot and celery stash were transformed into Entenmann’s Anything. One day…
“Cut it, short, please.”
I forgot my fight the other night. I reduced myself to a sobbing, bumbling mess of a woman I don’t like.