It really was better than Cats.
All day I dream about sex. (I could do it in six letters a-d-i-d-a-s. )
I broke all the fucking rules.
Tish Stringer should deliver my eulogy.
I laughed. I cried. I danced.
How come I can't say "whycome?"
I came. I saw. I pooped.
The six word memoir rules are:
write your own six word memoir.
post it on your blog and include a visual illustration if you’d like.
link to the person that tagged you in your post.
tag five more blogs with links.
leave a comment on the tagged blogs with an invitation to play!
I tag Matthue, Linnea, Pete, Vivek, Cate, and Nina. Let's play!