gum in yo hair

you know when you're walking to get somewhere, and you're running kind of late... and when you're like 5 blocks away your shoe begins to come untied. You're on a crowded sidewalk, its cold, you're late, so you figure you can make it as your shoe becomes looser and looser on your foot. you really wanna stop and tie your stupid shoe, but you just don't cuz you figure its just not worth it. at some point the shoe starts flopping off your heel and you start walking kind of funny to keep it firmly on your foot. and then you reach your destination and you're walking in like a retarded penguin whose has had one too many quaaludes. Everyone just sort of looks at you funny as your frantically wiping the sweat from your brow, because walking like a retarded penguin is quite the aerobic exercise. And you really want you explain yourself, but can't, because you know it will make you seem like more of a crazy than you actually look.

i'd say thats pretty much the metaphor for my life.


that pretty much sums it up. i don't do awkward, i am it.

its like crooked teeth. gives you character. or at least thats what my ma always said.

this was after, of course, she confessed she thought i may have been slightly retarded as a child.

apparently, most mothers don't find it normal for their angelic little girl to sit in the corner of the kitchen and laugh at nothing for hours.

oh well.

my kitchen awaits.