My Cardboard Balcony

Oatmeal by Belinda Roddie I like my men how I like my oatmeal in the mornings Some like it nice and hot; some like it with a little sweetness on top I don't eat oatmeal.

Nom, Nom, Nom by Belinda Roddie And their bell pepper boat sailed right into my mouth.

First Class by Belinda Roddie The helicopter landed, and out climbed a dapperly dressed gnome.

Biscuits & Gravy by Belinda Roddie It was a staple of Roger's Diner, and something that Maggie always got when she went there for breakfast with Harley. Sure, the French toast was to die for, and the waffles even more "lethal" by comparison. But the biscuits were a comfort to her. She ordered it so much that the servers even added extra lumps of sausage to the gravy as a treat. "Thank you kindly," she trilled to Bert, the eldest waiter there, who nodded and smiled with the most pristine teeth she had ever seen in anyone's mouth, young or old. As they ate, Maggie noticed as quiet Harley was, the only distinct sound from her being the way she sawed her French toast into bite-sized pieces. Harley was not much of a conversationalist, but even so, she hadn't said a word since they had entered the establishment. So naturally, Maggie decided to investigate. "What's up, beautiful?" Harley said nothing. Maggie swallowed a lump of congealed gravy...

Man In Motion by Belinda Roddie Eli constantly listened to the St. Elmo's Fire theme song.

Hi. Friends are great. Rejection sensitivity dysphoria sucks. Don't invest in an MLM. Sleep well. And always hydrate. Have a great night and a great weekend, everyone.

RSD by Belinda Roddie I didn't ask to ride this emotional roller coaster. And there are no seatbelts or lap bars. Get me off this fucking thing. I need a adult. WHAT DO YOU MEAN, I'M  THE ADULT?! GET ME A BETTER ONE!