Wednesday, December 15, 2004
evil eye
I’ve never been the kind of girl who can stay angry for long. Or hold a grudge. Definitely not the kind of girl to bring up the past in snippy one liners years later. Or give you that look at a party. You know the look. The wait until we get home look. I don’t do that. (Cringe when I see others do it.) I’m not the kind of girl to let things build up and simmer into a thick resentment. I’m definitely not the kind of girl to plot revenge. Or take glee in another’s misfortune, regardless of circumstance.
No. Those things aren’t me.
I wear my heart on my sleeve and suffer from a compulsion to make sure you know how I feel. I can’t hide even the most happy and subtle of emotions. If I get you a birthday present a few days before your birthday, I can’t even wait that long to give it to you. I write long posts to rid myself of demons and have never plotted anything worse than a surprise party in my entire life. I have a capacity for compassion that rivals a 4 year old’s capacity for cartoon viewing. I am your best friend through thick and thin. Loyal to a fault. I still believe in things that most people outgrow with their first broken heart. I wear my rose colored glassed with pride.
The nicest little nick name I’ve ever been called: princess. In the sweet way. In the “you should be adored my millions” way. Andrew said that.
The nicest little nick name I’ve ever called anyone: Cocoa Puff. In the “I could just eat you up” kind of way. That was M.
If I had a million dollars I would divide it up equally among all my friends and family.
If I had a really big brownie, I’d eat it all myself.
You can trust me.
I’ll trust you even when I shouldn’t.
I like cats the best.
I make up dances.
I punched someone in the nose once and made them bleed. A lot. Not a good day.
I think it’s really really funny when someone slips and falls.
Even if they get hurt.
I accidentally dropped a baby off a changing table once.
I learned that being manipulative is a lot of work and gave it up in my early 20s.
I was someone’s mistress once.
I’ll never do that again.
But then I kinda did that again this summer.
I’ve stolen money and things long ago.
I can’t lie very well.
But I'll try anyway sometimes.
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5 comments:
I forgive you for the cat thing.
wanna dance?
j.
I am now inspired to go cuckoo for cocoa puffs! Before this I wasn't sure I had it in me. You have saved me from a non-chocolate-cereal-having weekend. I'm off to the store. Seriously.
All is forgiven, as long as you don't hog the cocoa puffs ;)
YOU SEEM SOOOO NICE!
I hope you come back to my blog someday.
I think Ill come back here.
:^)
Wait, wait... you dropped a baby off a changing table?
Are you a British nanny?
;-)
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