hootenanny
Pine trees are totally the Christmas smell. It seems like the minute you see that first add with sleigh bells playing in the background, everything smells like pine. Sometimes it's those plastic "pine" wreaths or genuine pine from a park nearby. I used to bite the little things off of pine trees. Tasted bitter.
some people say i'll be a comedian someday and i can't imagine that, because i say things that i think are funny sometimes, and sometimes people laugh, but i can't imagine standing in front of people for an hour and a half and making them laugh every five seconds along the way. that's plain sp00ky.
Gridlocked. I've heard of the word but I couldn't tell you what it means. Reminds me of the grids that shoot smoke on the pavement downtown and the big frog lock I use to struggle to find a use for when I was little. I suppose I just wanted a lock. For privacy of my stupid secrets.
Thanksgiving would have been pretty welcoming if we had a big Thanksgiving. But alas. It was me, Mom, and a lasagna. And that's pretty welcoming on its own accord. Lasagna is pretty welcoming. It welcomes itself to your mouth. When your family is sprawled around the U.S like marbles, just eat lasagna.
I don't exclude anyone because I don't have a reason to exclude anyone. What's the big whoop? Sure. There are a lot of people and a lot of differences between those people, but what's excluding them going to help? Nothing. And how will it hurt to include them? It won't. Not a tad! Just don't be a bad person, okay? It's probably genetic, and if it is, I'm sorry you had to be such a jerk, but at least...try?
Fed-Ex! They ship things sometimes! I don't get fed up with much but I love me some Fed-Ex, baby! Don't hate. Don't judge.
ACCEPT YOURSELF
LOVE YOURSELF
it's really early and being on oneword.com is never a good idea at this time.
Kidding, it's 10:00 and I'm makin excuses.
sugar and stripes and everything nice. that was her. she had lipstick bright enough to signal traffic and a voice like clear tape. her looks were eclectic and came from the depths of many-a-venice beach estate sale. she said her favorite fruit was papaya because the seeds were pretty.
I always spell this word wrong.
Is it pre? Or per? I hear people say it like per-fer, and it throws me off of my game when I'm writing and the little red line goes under perfer, and I'm forced to reevaluate my life.
I style my hair for much too long in the mornings. When I leave the mirror, my bathroom floor is slick with oils and conditioners and water and all that jazz. And as I enter the outside world, my hair immediately turns to its regular tumbleweed consistency again. Dry. Again.
Revising has never been something I've been good at. Usually my revising process is:
Step 1) Look at paper.
Step 2) Read through.
Step 3) Accept my fate.
And then I say, "I'm done revising!" and I quit out of the document immediately.
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