I was reading this book that I got in a box of Cheerios, "When The Relatives Came" by Cynthia Rylant. This one page struck me as so BSP. It said, "But none of us thought about [home] much. We were so busy hugging and eating and breathing together."
Also, I get such a kick out of the fact that Jacob still likes me when I'm laying around my house in my pajamas with unshaven legs and unbrushed teeth.
posted by M.Jazz @ 6:34 PM
To be concise, I can't feel something without describing it. Probably, this is due to some sort of traumatic experience I had in the womb. I hate the expression, "She wears her heart on her sleeve." It makes the subject sound weak and whiny. I concede that I am both of these things, but I don't like to come right out and say it...mostly because I'm an arrogant fool. I'd rather refer to myself as effusive. If you'll sit a while and read, I'm sure you'll agree.
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