Oh happiness and joy!
We're having so much fun!
Everyone is cheery
In Apartment Twenty-One.
The universe may hate us
But we all wear a grin.
There's nothing that can dampen
The joyful mood we're in!
One's life's in a spiral,
And going up and down.
She's duct taped to a roller coaster,
Scraping on the ground.
One gets to be a mommy
To children not a few.
Preschool, roommates, girls at church -
Sometimes she needs one too.
One could use a time machine,
Or maybe just a nap.
Or how 'bout a chance to write
A poem that doesn't rhyme.
One has so much she can say
And needs a listening ear.
But our own problems own our lives,
So no one's there to hear.
One is really very sweet,
And checks on how we're doing.
But we all know beneath that smile
Assassination plots are brewing.
One is very lucky
For she has friends galore.
The radiance we emanate
Just chased her out the door.
And so you see the rainbows
Are glowing all around!
The daffodils are singing!
We never wear a frown!
Oh Joy! Yipee! This place we're in's
A friggin happy trap.
But just for now, the way things are,
We all just feel like....
CAKE!
:o)
Saturday, September 25, 2010
I'll keep you...
Have you ever wanted to say something, but you can't? You can't say it because there's no way to say it without guaranteeing the person you're talking will not seeing it? Normally, this wouldn't be a problem, but I don't really want to make a large segment of my every day a very awkward experience, so instead of telling you a story about my life, I'll just tell you a story.
Once upon a time, there was a girl who got a mad crush on someone she probably shouldn't have gotten a mad crush on. Now, don't get me wrong, he was a great guy! Not even the "bad boy" type (that was her other forbidden crush) or anything like that. He just... wasn't exactly... well, eligible, and you can interpret that however you want. Really, fill in the blanks. It'll probably make the story more interesting.
One day, while she was inwardly sighing to herself (those pitiful "holy crap your eyes are beautiful" kind of sighs), she discovered that alas! He had become very distracted by shiny things. Try as she might, she just couldn't get those eyes of his to see anything but the shiny thing... and oh was it shiny! She thought about telling herself that it was so shiny that he had been blinded to her awesomeness, but that was stupid, because she knew better than to crush on him in the first place, and had shamelessly disregarded common sense in favor of having someone special in her life. Granted, she was the only one of the two of them who knew about it, but it was still special in its own way.
Gosh, that sounds creepy.
Anyway, on that day, when she realized he was forever out of her reach, her little girl's heart broke. All was meaningless! She decided to give it all up. She would no longer work! She would no longer go to school! She fled to the mountains, bringing only a year's supply of popsicles and the pieces of her broken heart. There she stayed, until she had built a tree house out of popsicle sticks, where she lived out the rest of her life. Alone. All alone.
But wait! She was not fully alone! For her best friend took pity on her! Filled with deep compassion for her plight, her best friend dropped off some supplies to the tree house on a monthly basis.
The end.
Go ahead. Interpret that.
Once upon a time, there was a girl who got a mad crush on someone she probably shouldn't have gotten a mad crush on. Now, don't get me wrong, he was a great guy! Not even the "bad boy" type (that was her other forbidden crush) or anything like that. He just... wasn't exactly... well, eligible, and you can interpret that however you want. Really, fill in the blanks. It'll probably make the story more interesting.
One day, while she was inwardly sighing to herself (those pitiful "holy crap your eyes are beautiful" kind of sighs), she discovered that alas! He had become very distracted by shiny things. Try as she might, she just couldn't get those eyes of his to see anything but the shiny thing... and oh was it shiny! She thought about telling herself that it was so shiny that he had been blinded to her awesomeness, but that was stupid, because she knew better than to crush on him in the first place, and had shamelessly disregarded common sense in favor of having someone special in her life. Granted, she was the only one of the two of them who knew about it, but it was still special in its own way.
Gosh, that sounds creepy.
Anyway, on that day, when she realized he was forever out of her reach, her little girl's heart broke. All was meaningless! She decided to give it all up. She would no longer work! She would no longer go to school! She fled to the mountains, bringing only a year's supply of popsicles and the pieces of her broken heart. There she stayed, until she had built a tree house out of popsicle sticks, where she lived out the rest of her life. Alone. All alone.
But wait! She was not fully alone! For her best friend took pity on her! Filled with deep compassion for her plight, her best friend dropped off some supplies to the tree house on a monthly basis.
The end.
Go ahead. Interpret that.
Has anyone noticed how weird the word "blog" looks about the 5th or 6th time you write it?
So, all my friends have blogs. Lynnae has a blog. Michelle has a blog. Brett has a blog. I'm pretty sure Stephanie has a blog. Monique had a mission blog. The word blog looks kinda like a cross between blob and bog, and makes me think of frogs.
Last night, as I was going to bed, I decided I needed a blog. Granted, shortly after that I decided I needed a book called The Anglo-Saxon Chronicle that was written in the 10th century and has absolutely no practical application in the real world beyond geeking out over history, so I probably don't actually need a blog. But, I felt left out, so nyah. Now I'm a member of the "I'm cool because I have a blog" club too!
Before I begin shamelessly bearing my heart and soul to my one reader, I'd like to include a disclaimer.
*Ahem*
I take absolutely no responsibility for the contents of this blog. Yes, I know I wrote it. That doesn't mean I need to be responsible about what I'm writing.
What does this mean?
It means that if somebody happens to stumble across it and believes that the contents are referring to them, finds those contents to be offensive, and thereby takes offense about what they perceive me to have said about them... then... well... heh. You're probably right.
Do I care?
Well, yes. I do. But, for the sake of appearing consistent, I'm going to throw my hands in the air and say, "Nope!" That's a total lie, of course, but it sounds cool.
See? I'm off to a great, responsible start already!
Last night, as I was going to bed, I decided I needed a blog. Granted, shortly after that I decided I needed a book called The Anglo-Saxon Chronicle that was written in the 10th century and has absolutely no practical application in the real world beyond geeking out over history, so I probably don't actually need a blog. But, I felt left out, so nyah. Now I'm a member of the "I'm cool because I have a blog" club too!
Before I begin shamelessly bearing my heart and soul to my one reader, I'd like to include a disclaimer.
*Ahem*
I take absolutely no responsibility for the contents of this blog. Yes, I know I wrote it. That doesn't mean I need to be responsible about what I'm writing.
What does this mean?
It means that if somebody happens to stumble across it and believes that the contents are referring to them, finds those contents to be offensive, and thereby takes offense about what they perceive me to have said about them... then... well... heh. You're probably right.
Do I care?
Well, yes. I do. But, for the sake of appearing consistent, I'm going to throw my hands in the air and say, "Nope!" That's a total lie, of course, but it sounds cool.
See? I'm off to a great, responsible start already!
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