Fri Jun 12 09:10:21 AM MDT 2026 Today is Friday! (Friyay!) But it feels like they come so slow. It’s sad when you look forward to the weekend. I’m not sure how that ever came on the radar, but that’s what this life feels like at times. I wish I didn’t feel this way most weeks, but that’s how I feel. It would be nice to be able to get over whatever is causing this, but what am I going to do about it? So many questions that don’t have a way of making sense. There is never a way to make sense of it all I suppose, that’s what this life is all about. If I had a way to make the future possible? I would so be on that. I’m not sure how that works though. There needs to be a way to make this life manageable. I doubt there seems to be a way to overcome anything. So many possibilities and thought processes out there, I doubt there is a way to overcome a lot in this life. Fri Jun 12 10:09:44 AM MDT 2026 I wish I could understand what this life is meant to turn out to be! I don’t get it most da...
Peach sat at her desk with pencil in her mouth vigorously writing. As I approached her, I placed my hand on her head. "Peach, what are ya up to?"
Now, Peach was never one for talking, only biting. Turning her body, she just grinned and gestured towards her paper with the pencil. It began:
"Dear members of Congress,
My name is Peach the JellyBean. I have an urgent matter to discuss..."
I continued reading Peach's words until the end. As my mouth dropped, she continued to smile as if to say, "Pretty neat huh?" I looked back to Peach and started shaking my head.
"How many drafts is this one?" I asked.
Peach shrugged her nose, claiming she didn't know what I was talking about, but I knew better.
"Peach, you and I both know how much you LOVE paper. You like to eat it when you don't have anyone else to eat, it gets rid of your hunger. Thus, this can't be your first draft. How many times have you written this letter to Congress?"
Peach frowned and with her pencil wrote the number 5 on her paper. Spitting out the pencil, she grabbed the paper in her mouth and ate it up as quickly as possible. After a burb and a moment or two later, she sighed. Yes, she had done it again, ate that which she had worked so hard on.
I watched as she picked the pencil up in her mouth again, and started on another piece of paper. So determined that gal, I thought. Oh well, she'll figure it out some day I'm sure. Besides, I don't think Congress is ready to learn about talking JellyBeans who want to run for president.
Now, Peach was never one for talking, only biting. Turning her body, she just grinned and gestured towards her paper with the pencil. It began:
"Dear members of Congress,
My name is Peach the JellyBean. I have an urgent matter to discuss..."
I continued reading Peach's words until the end. As my mouth dropped, she continued to smile as if to say, "Pretty neat huh?" I looked back to Peach and started shaking my head.
"How many drafts is this one?" I asked.
Peach shrugged her nose, claiming she didn't know what I was talking about, but I knew better.
"Peach, you and I both know how much you LOVE paper. You like to eat it when you don't have anyone else to eat, it gets rid of your hunger. Thus, this can't be your first draft. How many times have you written this letter to Congress?"
Peach frowned and with her pencil wrote the number 5 on her paper. Spitting out the pencil, she grabbed the paper in her mouth and ate it up as quickly as possible. After a burb and a moment or two later, she sighed. Yes, she had done it again, ate that which she had worked so hard on.
I watched as she picked the pencil up in her mouth again, and started on another piece of paper. So determined that gal, I thought. Oh well, she'll figure it out some day I'm sure. Besides, I don't think Congress is ready to learn about talking JellyBeans who want to run for president.
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