Muddy, muddy brown. There was nothing else to describe it, because that was what it was. A single monotone of brown throughout, only with a layer of water floating on top. It looked a lot like rainwater, before it seeped down into the soil. Maybe the soil wasn't properly irritated. I swirled the plastic cup. The thin, almost indiscernible line between the two vanished.

There. I did it. A small paragraph describing the milo.


Daaang. I just cut myself on a pair of really sharp scissors. By rubbing my thumb over one of the edges, in an attempt to remove the ink stains on them. Which, come to think of it, five minutes later, was a really awfully stupid thing to do. Argh.

It hurts. I'm not cut out to be masochistic.

heavenknows

9:46 PM