Friday, July 21, 2006

Why couldn't I have been born one of those cute, dainty, waifish, short and petite women?
Why did I have to be born a hexagonal peg in a game of squares, circles, rectangles, and octogons?

There is no where that I belong.

There is no where on this earth that I am ever good enough.

I try. I swear I try to make myself better, and I love others as they are.

But just once, why can't I be good enough?

2 Comments:

Blogger IanBradley said...

walkin down the street, just whistlin' the chimney sweep song, wait? what's this? There's someone over there... hang on... there's usually just trees and some cheeky squirrels in this daydream. Hmmmm lessee what this is all about. wait a sec. she's sad. That's not at all good. Quick! I need a flower! That always works! *looks around* Grrrrr... those cheeky squirrels! Hmmm what to do. what to do...
Eureka! I have some paper in my vest pocket. *fold, fold, fold*
I'll grab a couple leaves and a stick for a stem, voila!

I have this flower for you, it's made of daydreams. It just might help.

Also I have a question, if you don't mind my asking. Just how many places in the world have you tried?

4:58 AM  
Blogger The New Albanian said...

Why couldn't I have been born one of those cute, dainty, waifish, short and petite women?
Why did I have to be born a hexagonal peg in a game of squares, circles, rectangles, and octogons?


Wrong!!

Why do I bash my head against the wall selling beer in the 5% segment when I could be making real money in the 95% mass market?

Because that's me.

I'm not giving in, and neither should you.

Dainty? Waifish? PETITE?

Gag me with a spoon!

Don't let it/them get to you!

5:17 PM  

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