- Eating sparks my creativity. If you have a problem that needs a creative solution, feed me. I will help. Having problems with the old straight of Hormuz? Give me a milk bone, I will see what I can do. Having trouble with your love life? You are one sausage away from living happily ever after.
- Blah, blah, blah zaps my energy. You know what blah blah blah is? They are any words my parents say that are not "good girl," "it's dinner time," "you look cute," "let's go for a ride," or "let's go for a walk"? My entire day is made up of eat, blah, blah,blah walk, blah, blah blah, ride blah, blah,blah. It is very taxing.
- My dream meal would have anything my parents are eating. I am fascinated by what they are eating. I jump up on a chair and into their laps and stare at their food. I lift their arms with my head to get to the plate. I am relentless. And they tell me to stop, but all I hear is blah, blah, blah.
- I am supposed to say the silliest way that I hurt myself, but I do not hurt myself. I cannot. My parents hover over me every step. If I burp, they are on the internet looking for what is wrong. If I do not burp, they worry that I have developing indigestion. They keep talking it over, endlessly. All I hear is -blah, blah, blah.
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