Then come here and sit down next to me!
Too much information.
Wheels are spinning, but you’re upside down.
I should have been born Catholic, because I absolutely adore self-flagellation.
Of course, Mommy Dearest taught me:
How to love a man who can’t love you back.
How to wear two black eyes (with a purifying sense of martyrdom).
How to worry about money while at the same time spending it like it’s going out of style.
How to torment yourself with food: It’s always either Feast or Famine, ladies.
How to grow old without grace, promising that SOMEDAY you’ll get that facelift you always wanted for Christmas. (Sunday, bloody Sunday!)
Why is it that that bluesy, jazzy clarinet woodsy music of the 1940’s makes me nostalgic for a time that I never was? I remember watching the movie ‘Ragtime’ when I was quite young. I grew up on Shirley Temple, The Three Stooges, Little Rascals, and other stuff that was quite before my time.
I was old even when I was young.
In the fifth grade, they took a poll to ask the kids what their favorite song was. One of the most popular was ‘Walk Like An Egyptian’ by The Bangles. I told them, quite seriously, that my favorite song was ‘Singin’ In the Rain.’
Guess who wasn’t allowed to play their Reindeer Games?
Throughout high school, I steadfastly refused to drink or smoke cigs or grass. Now that I’m in my 30’s, I wish I hadn’t so vigilantly refused to fit in to the Cool Crowd. I was always a geek, a spaz, and a nerd. A bookworm.
I never fit in with any crowd. I simply didn’t know how to.
Sometimes I wonder if I have Aspberger’s.
