Wow, sj.
Two steaming cups of chocolate goodness. Courtesy of whomever I swiped it from out of the cupboard.
Ben ,'The Killer In Me'
The Great Write Way, Act Three: Where's the gun?
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-t - Apr 30, 2015 4:23:59 am PDT #6239 of 6687
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
sj - Apr 30, 2015 5:29:10 am PDT #6240 of 6687
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Thanks, -t.
sj - Apr 30, 2015 6:27:54 am PDT #6241 of 6687
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Apparently I have a lot of pink thoughts at the moment. So, here is another one:
My soon to arrive baby girl will inherit plenty of pink clothes from her cousin and get more as gifts. So, I tell my mother not too much pink and no pale pink at all. She doesn’t hear me or simply doesn’t understand. “You’re having a girl but you’re going to dress her like a boy?”, she asks. I really don’t have anything against girly clothes or even pink, especially bright bubblegum and fuchsia, but even frilly dresses come in other colors like sage and lavender. Meanwhile, for all the pink my mother buys, I buy black clothes, for balance.
Wolfram - Apr 30, 2015 9:24:13 am PDT #6242 of 6687
Visilurking
Strix, great piece. Pink ink!
sj, loved 'em. Suggested title: The Pink Baby Blues.
sj - May 01, 2015 2:42:53 am PDT #6243 of 6687
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Thanks, Wolfram. Great title.
erikaj - May 01, 2015 9:23:51 am PDT #6244 of 6687
Always Anti-fascist!
I didn't have thoughts on the color(Although I'd love to make the designers of the horrible onesies see red, but I still wrote about Pink. 100 words, exactly. Her voice, wounded yet resilient, asked us “Who Knew?” from the stereo it had taken us three months to put together. Once again, I knew whatever I knew from observing other people’s pain. It wasn’t quite that I wanted some for myself, exactly, some radioactive time or date to tread carefully around, some name that was often on my mind but almost never on my lips. Just, at some point, it should be time, shouldn’t it? Time to leave the emotional kiddie pool of imagining lives with people who only recently learned I existed. Whoever knew, it wasn’t me.
-t - May 01, 2015 9:32:55 am PDT #6245 of 6687
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Mmm, good one.
Zenkitty - May 01, 2015 11:03:55 am PDT #6246 of 6687
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
Good one, erika.
SailAweigh - May 01, 2015 11:11:32 am PDT #6247 of 6687
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Very nice way to work Pink into it, erika. Suits the mood of the piece completely.
Amy - May 01, 2015 11:49:41 am PDT #6248 of 6687
Because books.
Seriously. That was awesome. (Also, I love that song.)