Friday, April 25, 2008

Pie.

I want to eat a whole caseload full of pie, until I burst & explode my useless stupid guts all over the floor (fave quote from High Fidelity, "My guts have shit for brains").

Good thing I haven't got any pie.
Or coffins for that matter. Just sayin'.





P.S. What the hell am I doing? I can't write anymore. I can't even read anymore. How will I ever compete w/ the younger, prettier, firmer, smarter, wittier, UN-mothers of the world? I'm serious. I want to know!

6 comments:

jjodanger said...

You don't need to compete.

liv said...

amen. don't even play the game, sister. just be you. that's enough.

jb0301 said...

Pfffftttt...razzberries to those younger, prettier, firmer, not yet priviledged enough to be a mother types. They are not smarter or wittier than you, how can they be? They have yet to really experience life. You are a marvelous wonderful totally cool person and to hell with anyone that doesn't realize it!

Smiling, Beguiling said...

Thanks everyone! I'm gonna try and remember that, really, I promise.

jb0301 said...

Pfffftttt...razzberries to those younger, prettier, firmer, not yet priviledged enough to be a mother types. They are not smarter or wittier than you, how can they be? They have yet to really experience life. You are a marvelous wonderful totally cool person and to hell with anyone that doesn't realize it!

jjodanger said...

You don't need to compete.