G to the U to the C to the K

Ms. Gucky, if you're nasty

Random.
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You never know what you're really looking forward to.Collapse )

"My happiness depends on you and whatever you decide to do..."
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It was a restless night.

Your beauty is beyond compare
With flaming locks of auburn hair
With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green

Bad dreams and weird omensCollapse )

Randomness.
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You never know what you'll say until you say it, so why talk at all?Collapse )

On youth
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As part of an exercise for my now-soon-to-be-former job, I wrote this and acted it out to describe a formative moment in high school.

I am 15 and shy and weird and Mr. Rosetti, my speech teacher, has decided that joining the speech team is what I need.

What I need to be left alone.
So I pick the most offensive script I can in the library in the hopes of being kicked off the team.

Instead, Miss Starsiak loves it. “Edgy brings home the medal.”

But the principle, Mr. Chamberlin has heard something and wants to see me perform to make sure it’s not a problem.

My teammates – who don’t like me, who don’t know me and have never seen me perform, sit there.

I start. “Nuts” by Tom Topor.
I am doing OK. Everything is fine.
And then I get to the tough part.

I am 15 and shy and weird and somehow I find myself pretending I am a 35 year old hooker, screaming at my principal:
"I know women who crawl through shit for a fur coat. So don’t judge my blowjobs. They’re perfectly sane."

He makes me cut that line. But I end up doing the rest of the scene every Saturday. Going to state. Making the JV team.

So by the time I am 16, I am loud and weird and I am in front of Principal Chamberlin reading the opening to Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. Without the motherfucking bats.

The reality of it all.
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Sometimes I really feel like a butterfly that's dreaming it's Lao Tzu.

random.
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You ought to know.Collapse )

Not in a million years. Not for a million dollars.
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I would never, ever want to be a 13 year old teen girl again.

Literally?
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I realized, describing my plans when I visit my father next week, that I will be carrying water, chopping wood.

Although I bet the Buddhist monks didn't have a chainsaw and a water tank in a pickup truck.

Challenge
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Salon this morning: "As you might expect, academics have come up with a name for such breakdowns: infrastructure failure interdependencies. You wouldn’t want to use it in a poem, but it does catch an emerging theme of our time."

Why am I the kind of person who now wants to write a poem?

F- this. I'm going to happy hour.
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I attended two colleges during my undergraduate work. The first was Marquette, a private, Jesuit institution with a beautiful campus on the west (not lake) side of Milwaukee, full of Catholic folks with reasonable means (because it was expensive). I lived in the dorms and made friends with a wide variety of other freshman like myself. I felt the presence of the Greek system strongly And thus begins our story...Collapse )

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