Damn, there are some good drabbles in here.
However Much I Squirm
Pete Townshend nailed it.
It's there in the song lyric. Here I am, here I stand, officially good at what I do.
Dish me out another tailor-made compliment, tell me about some destiny I can't prevent
I write books. I cook. I fear remarkably little. That part's good.
conscience going on at me and on at me
Then there's that empty space in the middle, what I had, tossed, lost.
I just can't face my failure, I'm nothing but a well-fucked sailor
Watch me hide. Watch me melt into the big myth. Pete was right: there aint no way out.
When I’m ten, I decide this is the secret identity, awarded for powers to be named later and a decent 6th man for the Suns’ next draft.(they are both perennial quests, and my “powers” retain a fascination with cocaine.)
When I’m thirteen, I start reading magazines that tell me I’ll be happy if I’m cute all the the time. People seem to think they know why I can’t, but there is something else, more than that. That “You’re kidding me” look is getting me in trouble already.
At sixteen, I first start deciding I’m an artist, if maybe not much of a girl, and hide behind my words, and the idea that maybe “citizen” rules don’t always apply.
When I apply to college, I flip out and embrace normality like a codependent with a 12-step program. There is no apple I won’t polish, no opinion I won’t doubt(if it’s mine) no momentary pleasure I won’t deny for some future I can’t even picture. This is a very achieving period, but I really hate myself.
In my thirties, I’m finding that being myself is the biggest disguise of all.
Oh, congratulations, Jilli!
At age nineteen, you could have put a lump of coal up my butt and gotten a diamond, Deb.
I think I'm maturing in reverse.
Okay, if you want to...wow, I'm replacing Zoe?
That's just...neat.
Dr. House is my tagline this week...cause, you know, I couldn't pass that up.
Being he's a brother and all.
Okay, if you want to...wow, I'm replacing Zoe? That's just...neat. Dr. House is my tagline this week...cause, you know, I couldn't pass that up. Being he's a brother and all.
It was time to replace my tagline, and that line just makes sense for me right now: born old and finally having some fun in my life.
Finished my review draft...anyone want to do exploratory surgery on it? Please?
I need a final 3/1.
