Day 4: Your parents.
I love how none of these prompts provide any type of specificity. How could I possibly begin to narrow down this topic? Where do I begin? And what can I even say? I think it’s fair to say that my parents are fairly normal. Y’know, in the sense that they provide constant embarrassment in public places; are immature enough to laugh really hard at “that’s what she said” jokes, tease me the way a friend would, and all the while they can ground me for being stupid. They teach me, they support me, they make fun of me, they laugh at me, they laugh with me, and they occasionally borrow money.
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Saturday, May 7, 2011
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Of Late, I...
- have been paying attention.
- depend on my fingers.
- love notebooks
- hate computers
- purchased an instant camera
- kicked a chair when I discovered the camera's battery is dead.
- cried a little, over nothing in particular.
- laughed a bit, over everything that doesn't work.
- turned left at a sign that read, "Right Turn Only".
- flew an imaginary plane 'cross a library hall.
- pretended not to care about things that really made me want to fold up like a clam.
- shushed my dog when he barked.
- bruised my hip on a doorknob that wasn't there two seconds prior.
- made a decision.
- had a horrible nightmare.
- wrote a poem.
- played at Velour.
- have been oddly generous.
- talked to myself.
- wished I wasn't so quiet sometimes.
- held my breath.
- listened a little better.
- want an accordian.
- needed more silence than usual.
- made excuses.
- wrapped my pinky in scotch tape.
- purposely poured water on the floor.
- spent money I don't have.
- forgave the undeserving.
- regret saying that.
Labels:
clumsiness,
concerns,
desires,
dreams,
excuses,
flying,
forgiveness,
life,
needs,
nightmares,
playing,
poetry,
pretending,
random,
regret,
sleep,
thoughts,
time,
wishes,
writing
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