RanbowArt-Neopets

 “I keep having these weird dreams where I’m stuck in a wooden box with a really really sharp knife,” I say. “Oh, Rhiannon, I think all that lipstick is finally getting to your brain,” says Sabine. “Leave me alone about the lipstick,” I say. The lipstick started during the divorce, and even though all is better now, the lipstick habit still remains.  But seriously, it tastes good.  It’s not like I eat it when I’m extra sad about the divorce or anything like that.  It all comes down to the simple fact that I enjoy this stuff. “Have you tried the orange kind yet?” Sabine asks me.  &