Sunday, July 3, 2011

Special

Mmm. Mother nature, seriously. Stop ravaging my insides. If you wanted women to be pregnant this much, you could make this feel awesome. You could give me, I don't know, joy rides or something in your sky-chariot.

This shit is fucked.

So yeah.


If you were going to ask me about the fight I witnessed (and of course, ''wanted'' to fight in but also to help, always to help despite Ruth's encouraging words against ''people-pleasing'' today), I would laugh at you.

I would say, it isn't over a girl. ("Isn't it always about a girl?" No.)

I would say, it was over a boy.

Two boys.

In love.


Breaking up. With Testerone. And friends who don't know the undercurrent.

I would say, I laughed, wrongly

mostly from the policemen who saw my hat and thought I was a gangster and said, "was there a fight around here?"

guess I was redeemed by Finley's dress shoes and pants and shirt.


Mm.

Also, this:

"When you call me snow white, is it a term of affection?"

"Unusual question." By God, I made a rhyme! I'm so wonderfully clever. Look at me and all my joyful cynic, cramp-filled cleverness. Why, I should win a medal. Statues should be erected in my honor. The heavens should weave themselves into a cloak and place at my hairy hobbit feet. Wheee!

"Unusual answer to a two-option question." Yours did not rhyme, and you have tempted me. You are over-thinking a simple name given for good-will, Kate?  For shame.

"How do you mean?" Bait taken, but to be fair, it wasn't a two answer question. You confused me.

"I mean it for your pretty skin. Dark hair and white skin.... like her, yes? Loved and envied like her, too."



No response. None. Pft... silly Payton... at least it stings less when you're expecting it.

If only a little.





Just to bring down your confidence in your ability to cause pain, cramps hurt more.


....Does that mean I still win my medal?









I posted on Kate's blog today.
We'll see how that hip-hop rolls
and if I'm invited to her dance club.
If only to watch.


....Participation is forbidden from me.


"All we wanna do is eat your brains..."

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