Hey everyone, it’s y’girl Krista phoning in to let you know that tonight I am sacrificing myself for the greater good in the means of mouse traps on my bare human feet. While it’s a good thing my feet have been long desensitized to the act of living due to an entire youth of trekking on the hottest of hot black pavement as well as glass-walking whenever optional, the sight of the small wooden plank and its accompanying spring and elbow of metal makes me think of the times my brother and I used to lick batteries. The more I choose to tell you all the more I feel as if I am constantly adding terrifying layers to the self portrait that might have pretty and normal about 17 layers ago. Sorry, y’all. I be who I be.
Noodles,
Krista
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