The Cookie Lady...
The Cookie Lady. The Cookie Lady. The Cookie Lady.
Shut up about the Cookie Lady. Not telling. Not now. Maybe never.
Please tell me about the Cookie Lady.
At this point why hold back? With all the other memories that have been shared and returned. Why hold this one out?
I am not the one who shared any memories.
Who are you?
What about the Cookie Lady?
Why do you have to know about the Cookie Lady? Just forget her.
Was there sex? Yes
With the Cookie Lady? Yes
How old are you? 3
Where are you? I don't know.
Did you eat a cookie? Duh.
Now that I know most people don't have conversations with themselves like I do. I feel a bit weird when they talk to me. Or yell at me.
Or talk out loud. a lot of talking out loud.
I am obsessed with the Cookie Lady. I keep thinking about it over and over. Not that I plan it. The Cookie Lady just pops into my head. And then it's like a song that gets stuck in your head. It just keeps playing over and over.
The image a lady and a plate of cookies. So much so that two days ago I made chocolate chip cookies. I couldn't stop myself. Had to have the cookies.
Funny they don't even taste that good. The cookie dough was great. The cookies have an after taste. Like the chocolate chips are bad or something. I ate them. and then I ate some more. And every time I eat one I get a yucky taste in my mouth. They don't taste good. Weird because I think I like chocolate chip cookies. But these are not good.
And I keep thinking about the Cookie Lady. Send my sister a text to see if she even texts. She is not much into technology.
I want to ask her is she remembers a lady. and if she remembers a lady giving us all cookies. There were a few kids there. They all had cookies. Cookies and kids.
Cookies and kids and big people. and sex lots of sex.
Cookies and kids and big people and sex. Lots of sex.
I don't like pudding. To creamy. Reminds me of seamen.
What about the Cookie Lady.
I am so sleepy now and it's only a little after 8pm. Dang this all wears me out.
The Cookie Lady. She wears me out. Ha, a bit of a pun. Not meaning to but she sexually wears me out. Bad, Bad, Bad, but she did give me a cookie. Can't remember if I like the cookie. The ones I made are not good. Other people ate them and didn't complain. Doesn't mean they are good. Especially not to me.
How can a chocolate chip cookie not taste good. That's like not liking pizza or something. So incredibly wrong on so many levels.
Dam Cookie Lady. Wish you would just share the memory already. Then I could be in shock, freak out, and move on.
Instead I am stuck. With a lady and a plate of cookies playing over and over in my mind. Jumping in when I am trying to do other things. Ding... The Cookie Lady.
Reading... Ding, the Cookie Lady.
Watching T.V... Ding, the Cookie Lady.
Talking to someone... Ding, the Cookie Lady.
Nothing more. Just the Cookie Lady.
Clearly you want to talk and share. You might be scared. Hurting. And alone.
Tell me about the Cookie Lady and we can share that together. I will be here and you won't be alone anymore.
But the blam...Cookie Lady. Always the Cookie Lady. Showing up all the time. The Cookie Lady.
Almost OCD about the Cookie Lady.
Enough for now. Cookie Lady.
Cookie Lady.
Cookie Lady.
Cookie Lady.
Cookie Lady.
Shut up about the Cookie Lady. Not telling. Not now. Maybe never.
Please tell me about the Cookie Lady.
At this point why hold back? With all the other memories that have been shared and returned. Why hold this one out?
I am not the one who shared any memories.
Who are you?
What about the Cookie Lady?
Why do you have to know about the Cookie Lady? Just forget her.
Was there sex? Yes
With the Cookie Lady? Yes
How old are you? 3
Where are you? I don't know.
Did you eat a cookie? Duh.
Now that I know most people don't have conversations with themselves like I do. I feel a bit weird when they talk to me. Or yell at me.
Or talk out loud. a lot of talking out loud.
I am obsessed with the Cookie Lady. I keep thinking about it over and over. Not that I plan it. The Cookie Lady just pops into my head. And then it's like a song that gets stuck in your head. It just keeps playing over and over.
The image a lady and a plate of cookies. So much so that two days ago I made chocolate chip cookies. I couldn't stop myself. Had to have the cookies.
Funny they don't even taste that good. The cookie dough was great. The cookies have an after taste. Like the chocolate chips are bad or something. I ate them. and then I ate some more. And every time I eat one I get a yucky taste in my mouth. They don't taste good. Weird because I think I like chocolate chip cookies. But these are not good.
And I keep thinking about the Cookie Lady. Send my sister a text to see if she even texts. She is not much into technology.
I want to ask her is she remembers a lady. and if she remembers a lady giving us all cookies. There were a few kids there. They all had cookies. Cookies and kids.
Cookies and kids and big people. and sex lots of sex.
Cookies and kids and big people and sex. Lots of sex.
I don't like pudding. To creamy. Reminds me of seamen.
What about the Cookie Lady.
I am so sleepy now and it's only a little after 8pm. Dang this all wears me out.
The Cookie Lady. She wears me out. Ha, a bit of a pun. Not meaning to but she sexually wears me out. Bad, Bad, Bad, but she did give me a cookie. Can't remember if I like the cookie. The ones I made are not good. Other people ate them and didn't complain. Doesn't mean they are good. Especially not to me.
How can a chocolate chip cookie not taste good. That's like not liking pizza or something. So incredibly wrong on so many levels.
Dam Cookie Lady. Wish you would just share the memory already. Then I could be in shock, freak out, and move on.
Instead I am stuck. With a lady and a plate of cookies playing over and over in my mind. Jumping in when I am trying to do other things. Ding... The Cookie Lady.
Reading... Ding, the Cookie Lady.
Watching T.V... Ding, the Cookie Lady.
Talking to someone... Ding, the Cookie Lady.
Nothing more. Just the Cookie Lady.
Clearly you want to talk and share. You might be scared. Hurting. And alone.
Tell me about the Cookie Lady and we can share that together. I will be here and you won't be alone anymore.
But the blam...Cookie Lady. Always the Cookie Lady. Showing up all the time. The Cookie Lady.
Almost OCD about the Cookie Lady.
Enough for now. Cookie Lady.
Cookie Lady.
Cookie Lady.
Cookie Lady.
Cookie Lady.
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