Hot outta the oven.

I loathe smells. Especially smells of food. Oh how the agonize me!

Here I am, minding my own little business doing homework, and the smell drifts in....

Filling my nostrils....

Filling my soul...

Filling my head with delirious thoughts...

Calling to me...

"Missy...."

"Come...."

At this very moment, my mother is working away on making three very delicious chocolate cakes...

And I do believe she just pulled them out of the oven...

Now, she is frosting them...

Why do I know this? Because I have great smellers thats why!

No, not because I've beem wandering in there ever 3.257 minutes.

Absolutely not.

Ok, I'm back.

Wait. No. I'm not back.

But I'm here...

I did not go anywhere, thats why I'm not back.

Fine! I lied! I do wander in there every 3.257 minutes!

Kill me now, before the chocolate cake with homemade frosting hot out of the oven becomes the death of me!

Well not truly. I don't want to die.


Missy (:

MIssy, the Magnificent Match Lady.

Missy The Magnificent Match Lady

Pretty impressive new title, eh? I think so. I have succeeded in building a pretty hire number of fires with out failing. Two. I was really proud of me self. Normally, when me parents are gone, I nearly freeze to death...then I get out flammable hand sanitizer and coat everything in it...throw in a match, and whola! Fire. But believe it or not I actually started a fire with out hand sanitizer! But the fire was contained to the fire place. No worries. You may now refer to me as Missy, the Fire Queen. Or The Fantastic Fire Female. Or maybe even The Awesome Arsonist. Ha! Just kidding. But I did purposely set a fire...in the fire place...that's still legal right?! Or possibly the Beautiful Bonfire Breakaway Roper. No, sadly, I have never set a bonfire on fire, but it has to do with fire. The Cunning Tree Cutter-uper. The Dashing Dart-throwing Dead Wood Starter on Fire. The Gallant Gal Who Starts Great Fires. The Joyful Joker Who Jumps while Joyfully making fires? Maybe thats enough titles for today.


Title of your choice (:

Obsessed.

I. Have. An. Obsession.

Its terrible.

I am...obsessed with Taylor Swift Songs.

And singing them.

Loud.

And...off key.

I have tried to avoid this!

This confrontation of..of this ridiculousness.

But unfortunately I find myself walking around the house...singing...like a retard..

"If you could seee that Immmm the one who understands youuu, beeennnn here allll along so whyyy cant youuu seeee-e-e, you beelong with mee-e-e!!"

"Youurrr a liar, and pathetic, and meannn, and mean, and someday I'lll beee livinnn' in a big olll' city, andd all yourr every gunnaa bee is meannn"

"Our songs is a....whoa ok enough of this!"

And when I find myself singin that one, It all needs to come to an end.

No I don't know all of her songs by heart, whatcha talkin' about?

"Ohh darlin' don't you ever grow up, don't you ever grow up, just stay this little.."

That one pulls at my heartstrings. I start finding salt in my eyes...No I don't cry! Just leave me be, please. I beg of you.

Then I recover myself by hopelessly singing another song.

"You'r just another picture to burn, burrnnnn burrnnn burrnn burrnn baby burn!"

Then I feel bad about being so harsh.

"Long live..."

Ok scratch that. I'm not that nice!

Just kidding. I don't remember the rest of the song.

"Hey Stephen I know looks can be deceivin', But I should be the one to choose, alll those other girls, ya they're beautiful but could they write a sonnnggg forrr youuu..."

I mean, seriously, come on! Hopeless love song this, hopeful love song that, oh wait we broke up love song! I must be going crazy!

Maybe It would be best for me to just go to sleep now and hope I wake up with my brain working somewhat functional.


Missy (:

An Ode To Monarch Mountain.

And Ode to Morarch Moutain.

Oh-est bunnie hill,

You know my love for you,

Although you are quite steep and scary,

I shall keep skiing down you,

Even if I am now a little wary.

I'm sorry, oh bunnie hill,

For my scream that I tried to keep quite,

Although it was quite shrill.

I loved you more than Little Moe,

For I did not enjoy you, Moe,

Because you gave Craig a bloody nose.

On you I took a biff,

That later required Ibuprofen.

Pinball, you are quite fun,

Even if down you I did slide and did not ski,

But you were a great and amazing run.

But my favorite run of the day,

Was the very first run,

When I flew down in everybodys way.


Missy (:

Here's to hoping my poetry improves in 2012.