When looking at me I see
Big front teeth
Gap-tooth to boot
Jiggly giggles and floppy dance moves
I love what I see
Keep your hate to yourself.
That NABI swag
Candle lit film reviews
In the haze
It dawned on me, finally, that in order for my world to change I have to alter my perception of it.
My vision may be blurry, and my path unclear, but I can still see beauty I’ve conquered.
They skies will open up for me and I will soar.
Just when I’m about to give up, my guardian angel sent messages of hope to me.
Take delight in the Lord,
and he will give you your heart’s desires.
So onward I go.
Love and Light give guidance.
I know I’m blessed.
Idiometry: n. the branch of language arts dealing with angles of conversation between parents and middle school children doing homework together, particularly if the homework is from 1100 Words You Need to Know.
Lesson 1: A Pig in a Poke.
“Ok, say you’re a duck hunter, and -”
“But dad won’t let me hunt because he doesn’t like guns.”
“Um, yeah. Well just pretend, ok? Pretend you’re a duck hunter, and you need a really well-trained dog – one who’ll respond to voice commands and always behave, like the Appersons’ dog. And you meet a man who says he has just the dog for you. And you pay him in advance, and then the dog he delivers to you is Charlie. That’s a pig in a poke.”
“Mom!!! I thought you loved Charlie!!!!”
“No, honey, I do love Charlie. But Charlie isn’t exactly … well, he’s…
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This made me thing about my taste, my place in the world of class and whether or not I ought to give a f**k. Well written and well received.
Recently, I found myself at a wine-tasting session with a friend, only to be confronted with the embarrassing reality that I had no idea how to act “appropriately” in the situation. The whole thing wasn’t helped by the fact that I was wearing an outfit much like Julia Roberts circa Pretty Woman, as I sometimes care to do (it’s a great look). Trying to “be myself” rather than affect a more refined countenance turned out to be quite the faux pas in terms of the disdainful/pitying/embarrassed looks I got from other patrons. While on the one hand I was rather “f*** you” about it, it also later resulted in me crying into my pillow.
Later, I came across this article about the UK’s Education Secretary Michael Gove, and his comments that
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