It's my birthday today. I'm ten today and it feels good to be it. Mom asked me what I wanted for my birthday and I've requested Beetle be contained in the box for 24 hours. I'm waiting. We've gone to the beach and I get some sort of special treat like a cupcake. Once I received a bag of sandwich meat for my birthday. Now that's a present with thought.
If she puts Inigo in the crate, I wonder if the 24 hours starts then or at the onset of my birthday. I'm well over half way done and he's not in the box. I'd hate to get gypped.
I should close, as it is my birthday and I wouldn't want to appear rude.
About Me
- Johnna
- A cella is the inner most room of a temple, if our body is our temple then do we house our soul somewhere within our being? In our human cella? Does the cella of my ink-pen then hold my ink? A creative center both empty of all thought or ideas and yet unlimited potential when I touch it's tip to my paper...A dot... it's been said a journey of a thousand miles is started with a single step...A dot...I connect dots.
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