Monosyllabic

I feel uneasy around pillows without pillowcases. The only time I ever rebated, those bustards denied my receipt of purchase. I failed to leave my body the last eleven nights. I think I may have the wrong Enya album, this one just puts me to death. There are three glue-guns in my art supply drawer, and not one glue stick. My mother's idea of a crisis: waking up accidentally pregnant again. If I lose anymore teeth, I'll just dye my hair sunburst and tattoo "pumpkin" across my chest. I find it funny that writing essays about people that killed themselves makes me want to live. I was five the first time I ate mayonnaise from the jar with a spoon in my underwear. Some habits will never die.