i will be the old woman whose cupboards are full of immaculately organised, well-labelled, high-end, unused spices (instead of being bare), or the other old woman who lived in a shoe and had so many children she didn't know what to do, where shoe = head and children = books. or cats. but let's be real here: futurecats are for futurehouse, and futuredaisy might be a fictional character in a nonexistent fairytale.
but srsly, why are there so many nursery rhymes about sad old women? and why can't i be the queen in the garden eating bread and honey?
i need my king to come take care of me. i'm bad at it. not the douchebag in the counting house with the piles of money, mind you - just a blackbird singing in the dead of night.