Not your average Betty
Jul. 12th, 2001 03:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
judecorpWent to work early this morning, ugh. A took an obnoxiously long shower (like 45 minutes) and I had to rush around. Of course, I was the bitch for starting something about it. Aah well. C'est la vie! (Voici le loup-garou! Arr arr arr!)
Debating going to play mini-golf tonight. That could be kind of fun. I got very little sleep last night, though. I was all jittery from talking to Mark and couldn't sleep. ManicJude.
It's very interesting to see people so curious. I'm glad that Stephanie thinks my secret involves eyenipples. And Juliann thinks it's a Thundercats obsession. Ha ha ha. My friends rock!
I was reading my old paper journal and this fell out. I wrote it in the early part of 1999. It tickled me, since it was marginally related to the topic down there somewhere about sad clowns.
When I was a little girl,
no one ever told me
that some plants were not friendly,
that the sun could be dangerous,
that seat belts will save me.
No one ever mentioned
that my heart could break,
that i could cry until i got sick,
that friends sometimes leave.
No one thought to advise me
that people scoff when you're sad,
that clowns have more friends
(but only if they're happy ones).
When I was a little girl,
no one ever told me
that I could not love you.
No one ever mentioned
that you might not be ready.
No one thought to advise me
that perhaps I should watch and wait.
I'm sorry, my love.
I just didn't know.
ObJ: I hope you feel better!
Debating going to play mini-golf tonight. That could be kind of fun. I got very little sleep last night, though. I was all jittery from talking to Mark and couldn't sleep. ManicJude.
It's very interesting to see people so curious. I'm glad that Stephanie thinks my secret involves eyenipples. And Juliann thinks it's a Thundercats obsession. Ha ha ha. My friends rock!
I was reading my old paper journal and this fell out. I wrote it in the early part of 1999. It tickled me, since it was marginally related to the topic down there somewhere about sad clowns.
When I was a little girl,
no one ever told me
that some plants were not friendly,
that the sun could be dangerous,
that seat belts will save me.
No one ever mentioned
that my heart could break,
that i could cry until i got sick,
that friends sometimes leave.
No one thought to advise me
that people scoff when you're sad,
that clowns have more friends
(but only if they're happy ones).
When I was a little girl,
no one ever told me
that I could not love you.
No one ever mentioned
that you might not be ready.
No one thought to advise me
that perhaps I should watch and wait.
I'm sorry, my love.
I just didn't know.
ObJ: I hope you feel better!
All of life is timing
Date: 2001-07-13 03:55 pm (UTC)Who made me feel things.
She told me
that I was strong enough
that I was brave enough
that my love was worth something
that she sounded like a Muppet.
She showed me
that hearts are traitorous
that distance is nothing
that time is an illusion
that I wasn't the only one who could put up a wall.
She taught me that it's alright to not cry,
that it doesn't mean you're not female anymore.
She taught me that I would make myself blind
if it meant I could look at her.
She taught me that bittersweet feeling
of unfulfilled romance lost to circumstance.
She taught me that my love could scare me
and that I run better than I talk.
No, my heart, it is I who am sorry
that all of life is timing.