Nobody's Supposed To Be Here - Deborah Cox
It's a random thoughts kind of day . . .
On pencil skirts:
They are tight, they are form-fitting . . . and on the right person, they are damn sexy. But ladies, please . . . pay attention to how they look after you’ve walked around for more than ten minutes. Because pencil skirts shift. And if the slit that’s supposed to be back and centre is anywhere close to your kneepit, it just looks sloppy. And for heaven’s sake . . . ixnay on the VPLs.
On sparking up:
No, not the kind that’ll kill you – not unless you let it anyway.
I'm talking about the kind of spark that happens between two people. What happens when you meet someone that you think you click so well with . . . only to have nothing else happen? It’s so Carrie/Berger. You’re left wondering if you’d imagined the whole thing and then the situation get so polarized that the only thing you can do is shield your eyes and ask, “What the !@%& happened?”
What’s in a name:
How much does one’s name define who s/he is? I used to hate my name. I lamented not having one of those girly frou-frou names. But after a while you just have to learn how to own it.
And if you’ve had a bad experience with one person who has a certain name, how does tha –
Oh, screw this section . . .
And yes, I had mentally written this entry during the morning commute.
Be patient, be patient . . .
1 comment:
Yes..mental writing..the best ideas come when one is not at a keyboard!!! Over the years I've lost way too many well-formed thoughts & Pulitzer-deserving prose/short story ideas because they either got sent off along with the shower steam, or were left somewhere on some pavement during the commute. @#$% =b
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