Somewhere That's Green

I cook like Betty Crocker and I look like Donna Reed.

Sunday, May 2, 2010

At last. At long son of a bitching last.

I plan to spend my life emulating these women and probably never quite get it right.

Dear Lord, I'm so thankful I'm still loved.

Learn the ropes or hang trying.

You can't be at the top all the time. It isn't natural.

The more I see of men, the more I like dogs.

Good for effin' you.

Life's a bitch. You gotta go out there and kick ass.

It is not enough to only be able to quote other poets. I want someone to quote me.

Life's under no obligation to give us what we want.

You wanna fly you gotta give up the shit that weighs you down.

If you can't be as good or better it's not the other person's fault.

I never thought my dances sexy. I suppose that's because I've seen myself with my face washed, and to me I look like a rabbit.

You're a lot of fun. I hope you don't die.

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