It's Only An Onion

I tried, but I couldn't. As I strared down at the glossy purple skin of my onion, I knew, I knew I would never do this without tears. Nameless as he was, we'd been through so much together. A narrowly avoided accident on the way home from the store. An adventurer of escapades, as my dog ran out of the door while I carried the produce bag into the house, and I took off running after him. So as I looked at my onion, water brimming in my eyes and vision going blurry, I took a breath, and...I chopped. A single tear fell on the cutting board, next to the decapitated head of my companion., and I whispered a single goodbye. "I only need two cups, finely cut."

I CAN'T HELP IT!

Well that's easy because I'm a stone cold bitch with no heart :D

I am so attached to my onion. I can't help but cry. He was my friend.*sob*

Stick a carrot in your mouth