<---Also, here's a picture of me at work the day after I gave in and got my bangs trimmed for the umpteenth time. I have no perseverance whatsoever. But damn, my eyebrows lookin' fresh2death.
Monday, November 25, 2013
Revoking my own poetic license.
Plum lipstick, cable knits, men’s socks, brainy wits, sad songs, good moods, chicken noodle soup with extra noods.
I still love writing. I still love stringing words together like popcorn garland for a Christmas tree. But like popcorn garland, I think my words grow stale and lose the crunch and saltiness and it just makes me feel so inadequate sometimes.
<---Also, here's a picture of me at work the day after I gave in and got my bangs trimmed for the umpteenth time. I have no perseverance whatsoever. But damn, my eyebrows lookin' fresh2death.
<---Also, here's a picture of me at work the day after I gave in and got my bangs trimmed for the umpteenth time. I have no perseverance whatsoever. But damn, my eyebrows lookin' fresh2death.
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