more fun with words.

it's pretending you aren't what you are... but you is.
it's tripping when you are walking past judgemental "cool" folk.
it's spilling a red slushie all over your crotch.
it's looking at the word crotch and wondering where it came from.
it's the way my health teacher pronounced "puberty".
it's picking food out of your teeth with a reconfigured paper clip.
it's getting busted picking a wedgie.
it's having a dad who thought atomic wedgies were hillarious.
it's an uninvited staring contest with a stranger.

it's bitting someone when they needed a kiss.

it's being told "you're the kinda girl that made cavemen draw on walls". (that's a good line for all you young bachelors out there). That was said to me long ago, and I still remember it.

it's the little stuff that keeps things comical, makes life tolerable.

I took a mini-road trip this weekend. Sometimes there isn't anything better than driving alone with some good tunes and coffee. I love the crap they sell in truck stops. Those weird little spoons. T-shirts labled INDIANA in front of a picturesque mountian scene. Then there is the truck stop/adult superstore combo. So practical. Every road trip needs a blow up doll and fuzzy handcuffs.

It’s nice to reminisce about good old times… it’s good to tell funny stories—stories that are fresh and new to old friends who you don’t see too often. Everyone has their stories—their good stories that make people laugh each time… stories that morph each time they’re told with artistic license.

It’s nice to miss and be missed sometimes. I’ll tell you something I realized I don’t miss: Goldschlagger (sp?). Hadn’t missed that a bit. Barfaroni.