‘i always wanted to be pretty. i wanted to look like the girl they called the town tramp. she wore tight clothes, too much make-up and had big yellow hair. i thought she was the prettiest thing i’d ever seen. people would say “oh, she’s just trash’, and i’d reply, “well, that’s what i’m going to be when i grow up. trash”’.
I’m starting MY VERY OWN MOMMY BLOG. This will be a place where you can read about THE BABY GROWING INSIDE OF ME and how it feels to HAVE A BABY INSIDE OF YOUR UTERUS. It will capture my FEELINGS about EATING and URINATING A LOT! It will be sentimental, but only because MY CHILD IS PRECIOUS and not at all A DRAIN ON THE EARTH’S DWINDLING NATURAL RESOURCES because my child will grow up and BE SOMETHING SPECIAL, AND PROBABLY NOT END UP IN SALES OR MARKETING.
One of my clever students posted this yesterday. You should be impressed with him.
What is it? Well, whenever I’ve tried to explain it as of late, I stumble over my words like an idiot. Lately though, as I’ve been putting extra-slamacow-amounts of thought into it and it’s definition, I’ve come up with this:
In the same way that the character Neo, of movie The Matrix can see…
Yesterday, was my birthday, and it was the bees. My friend got me a deep fryer and a blue ray player. Ima make some deep fried twinkies and watch Starman. Is there anything better in the world than that combination?
I just sent a letter to my future self, and it made me feel unsettled in a very Heideggerian-sorta-way. There’s nothing like writing a letter to 20-years-in-the-future to make you think about the stupid things you’re doing with your life right now. It also makes you want to call your mom and tell her that you love her.
Do that, too.
And now Battlestar Galactica, Season One, is on Netflix Watch Instantly. There is a God and she is Good.