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I’ve been tagged by this thing known as blogtag, by this person known as Eliza Skinner. Now I had to do a google search to figure out what the hell this thing called blog tag actually is.Surprise, its the same thing as posting those stupid fill in the blank survey questions that can be found circulating by almost every college kid on myspace. BUT regardless, of said stupidity I will bite Skinner, because you’re pretty but thats it! No more pretty favors this month.
The subject: 3 things learned the hard way.
1.) That wrapping your legs around a handicap railing and letting go will end with stitches in your head.
I was in 3rd grade. I was bored. I was scared of the jungle gym and wanted to have the safety of my hands touching the ground, if I needed to,while hanging upside down. So I climbed on top and got my legs into position. ( but those dirty thoughts away).I ,of course, didn’t think about what would happen after I let go, I wanted to get it over with and so I just did it.
I cracked my head on the cement lip and had 12 stitches in my head. I walked bleeding all the way to the nurses office, leaving a trail of blood in my wake.
2. Never make excuses for boys who used to be Drug Dealers.
I was just out of college. I was freaked out about being a adult. I started dating this guy at the office where I worked( He’s nice I swear!). Everyone thought it was a bad idea, including his friends( He makes me feel special.). He set my hair on fire on our first date.(That’s adorable! I mean of course I’m going to date someone who sets my hair on fire.) He broke my heart into a bunch of tiny pieces when HE broke up with ME.( He just didn’t realize how much I loved him) I cried for a month. ( I never told him how much I cared for him!) I found out while I was half way across the world that he also gave me an STD. ( Basically a scum bag.)
3. Always patch holes properly.
I had a pair of jeans that had a hole in the crotch. I patched it with a glue gun. It came undone when I was in the middle of moving a couch. The patch fell on the ground. The guy I was moving it with said ” I think you just lost something.” That guy was my roommates father. He turned beet red, and couldn’t talk to me or look at me for quite sometime.
I’m tagging
Over the course of that last several days I have backed out of most things that I have planned and done a whole lot of things that randomly came along in the jetsam. This to me, has always meant that I ” go with the flow”.
I live a very planned life despite my belief of the contrary. I like to know where I am going and what I am doing. I enjoy dinner dates and scheduled events. I like writing them all done in my planner and deciding to blow them all off if I so chose.
I have know that this makes me more type A , ie. plans, organization, and less crazy hippy bullshit. But the problem here dear ones is that I seem to give off crazy hippy bullshit, as if it is some kind of disease.
So for reference in the future please see the following:
I am not hippy.
I dont even know what the means anymore.
thank you.
love not a hippy cynthia
PS: this is not even attractive on her.
and this is just funny
Just In Time For RNC Convention, St. Paul Police Orders Tasers For Every Officer
and this is just awesome
No Windows, No Heat, No Staff, No Rent. This Is a Gallery?
peace out.
Subways kiss like lovers,
hands, feet, mouth
and like lovers
one surpasses the other
leaving the latter behind
to see the red lights growing smaller in the distance .
No words,
just sounds of separation.
I predict that Obama will win the most delegates by a very narrow margin.
That Hilliary will be asked to his running mate.
I predict that tomorrow I still will not be able to pay rent thanks to the city owing me money.
That my landlord will not like this.
I predict that I will not only find shit on the sidewalk but I will try and figure whose dog is doing that and fail.
That my landlord will not like this.
I predict that I will wake up later than I had planned and still not fully rested.
That this will be caused by me falling asleep on the couch. Again.
I predict that in the course of the next year I will fall even deeper into the hole of debt that I have created for myself due to poor fiscal planning .
That I will continue to submit myself to contests and reality shows until I get picked.
Regardless of all these outcomes, I will hope.
I will hope that this time.
It will be different.
stolen from a friend.
You will need:
1 part perfect snow covered ground
2 or more parts people
1 part midnight
mix ingredients until it is just past midnight and throw all together. best if people is added to snow backwards , arms out. Once people and snow have been added together move arms and legs in breast stroke swimming motion for about a minute. Stand and observe mixture.
repeat as necessary.
if bare ground can not be found see the recipe for car angel.
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