First, I am really mad. My draft was beautiful, and then it was just gone. Poof. It had disappeared.
So Aphrodite was really jealous of how pretty Psyche was, so she sent Cupid to make her fall in love with some guy with a butt face. Psyche's dad was upset that she was still single, so he went to an oracle, who told him to dress her is mourning clothes. Then she was swept up by the wind and taken to a green meadow. There cupid waited and wooed her. she just want allowed to look at him. She got homesick, so she went to visit her sisters, who were also really jealous and of how happy she was; they convinced her that her husband was a monster and she had to kill him. When she went back to cupid, she snuck up on him while he was sleeping. He woke up and flew away because he saw the knife. Psyche cried out to Aphrodite, who made her do this horrible tasks. her last task was to go receive the charms of of beauty from Hades. All she had to do was not open the box. So of course she does. the box was full of a black vapor which out her to sleep. Cupid woke her up and took her up to mount Olympus and convinced Zeus to make her a goddess. The end!
My take on the greatest love story ever would be my love for baked goods. I love them so very much. Chocolate chip cookies, brownies, strudels, pies, cakes, biscuits, the whole bunch. But the nuts! Nuts in baked goods are like Boyles on a pretty girl's face. It just ruins the whole thing. I enjoy baking my loves, eating them, decorating them, the whole shabang. But I hate cleaning up. That's like the walk out after a one night stand-simply embarrassing. You see the mess they left, how they dirty everything they touched. It ruins the magic.
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