More Hair Withdrawl
Peanut = my cat
I went to a party with a lot of black people. We had to wear these little knitted things, like bibs, around our necks. I went over into another room and my mom and Charity were there. I was trying to tie my hair up with a bunch of scrunchies. I pulled it into a lot of knots on the top of my head, but it kept flopping over and not working. I showed it to my mom and she laughed at me and said I had to pull it farther back onto my head.
I was having dinner with my mom and Charity, except rather than being in our backyard like we usually are, we were on the sidewalk on Irvine boulevard. They were enjoying their glasses of wine, and they told me I should go get peanut. So I walked all the way down the street back to our house and went into the garage. Apparently Peanut hibernated in the garage for part of the year, but now it was time for him to come out. I went into the garage calling his name. I walked up to the box he was sleeping him, and when I reached in to pet him he got really startled and wolk up abruptly. He stared at me and his eyes were huge and he gave a very angry meow, then coughed.

1 Comments:
I like the recurring theme of you having trouble with your hair. Very interesting.
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