I'd kill for a good rack of ribs right now. Or some good fried chicken.
I never really thought about it but I bet you could get a pretty a couple of decent meatball sub out of your local publix or whatever with a pack of frozen meatballs, a small jar of pizza sauce, and whatever other crap you expect on your sub.Of all odd things, I've been really wanting a meatball sub for lunch. A good meatball sub, not the trash Subway tries passing off. I could always make my own, but what kind of American would I be if I did the work?
Fell for it; hook line and sinker.I'm tempted to say for the voices in my head to stop telling me I am Jesus. But there are no voices, at least not in my head. My 12 disciples, however....
The company of the pretty red haired left handed girl who works in my village library, who is shy and kind. But I just blush when I talk to her.
I might say love and friendship but that would mean vulnerability and the possibility of pain.
But mostly just peace and quiet. And clouds. Autistic I know.