Editing NaNoWriMo is like
wading through a chest-deep, muddy river carrying a bi-polar person on your
back.
I
love butter.
Butter
is just so amazing. It is velvety and smooth, and its color is synonymous with
basking in a golden pool of gentle, warm light, possibly surrounded by the
delectable aroma of popcorn. Butter is like all your hopes and dreams combined
into one easily transportable stick. Also, if I had a cow, I would name it
Butter. Because that would just be the cutest name for a cow. I bet it would
also be the cutest cow ever. I don't really like cows that much, but if one was
named Butter, it would be the most original and spunky cow on the farm. That
cow wouldn't care about all the other rude cows pointing out her flaws. She
would just work hard to make lots of butter and hold her head high and try to
have a more thorough hygiene regimen than all those other silly cows, no matter
how much they laughed at her for it. And she would be awesome. And she would
wear high heels any time she felt like it because she would have that kind of
confidence and never mind all the negative, logical comments that the other
cows make, like, "You can't wear high heels, you're a cow."or
"You'll fall over." or "You look moooopid in those."
(Because probably cows would throw in their own lingo.) But Butter the awesome
cow would just smile and trot away, or clip-clop, because clip-clopping is the
most preferred method of transportation. And no one could ever convince her
that she wasn't a perfectly lovely, unique and individual cow even though she
might be considered a little strange.
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