Hola!
(Oh dang! Is it too much of an enthusiastic greeting? [Who says 'dang' anymore? Even in their minds? Where does that word even come fro.....?] What am i coming across as? I mean surely ---'s going to laugh at me for sounding so-oh forced...)
This is me! I'm going to lead you through my papercranelife and maybe introduce you to my papercranewife and then we're all going to be the best of chums. In a sense.
(There. That is me.
They say that a woman is supposed to be enigmatic. A woman of mystery, seducing the world by how little she tells them, charming them by her enchantress' ways...
But the only sort of woman i know how to be is the 'I'm all in' girl.
...Ahthaaat! That is probably why i'm so insecure...hmmm....new point for me to ponder [and for you to roll your eyes about because it only gets bigger and badde...] to the end of the world.
[Seriously, woman.
If Marvin the Paranoid Android needs a mate, you're it. You can get together and have frowning- little-worried-half-to-death-but-not-dying-so-they-can-panic-some-more babies and then all will be right with the world.
Jeez, woman!]
Shh...
So you see, you're going to know all about me in the first few cosmic instants of our becoming acquainted. You may not know the nittygritty about my day and the little things that may or may not happen [even though i make a note of all those things so i always have something interesting to say {oh crap, i won't say them to you because that might mean that i am talking about me...and you might not rank that among your top qualities in a 'me' AND I DON'T WANT TO PUT YOU OFF...*breathe breathe breathe*} to you about the way my life progresses]simply because they are inconsequential until they become fossilised events of the past.
BUT i digressish.
Here's the deal, i put the whole trunk in front of you, open it rather ceremoniously and with a lot of loud giggling and clawing at your wrist and burning eyes and all that jazz and i'll throw things at you from it. And basically it will be empty in just a tick and you will be staggering under the weight of the mad stack of all my hats and masks and the flouncing, snaking scarves and the odd feather boa of a riot of colours...and then you will...)
No,
you will not. You will stay. You.
(Oh dang! Is it too much of an enthusiastic greeting? [Who says 'dang' anymore? Even in their minds? Where does that word even come fro.....?] What am i coming across as? I mean surely ---'s going to laugh at me for sounding so-oh forced...)
This is me! I'm going to lead you through my papercranelife and maybe introduce you to my papercranewife and then we're all going to be the best of chums. In a sense.
(There. That is me.
They say that a woman is supposed to be enigmatic. A woman of mystery, seducing the world by how little she tells them, charming them by her enchantress' ways...
But the only sort of woman i know how to be is the 'I'm all in' girl.
...Ahthaaat! That is probably why i'm so insecure...hmmm....new point for me to ponder [and for you to roll your eyes about because it only gets bigger and badde...] to the end of the world.
[Seriously, woman.
If Marvin the Paranoid Android needs a mate, you're it. You can get together and have frowning- little-worried-half-to-death-but-not-dying-so-they-can-panic-some-more babies and then all will be right with the world.
Jeez, woman!]
Shh...
So you see, you're going to know all about me in the first few cosmic instants of our becoming acquainted. You may not know the nittygritty about my day and the little things that may or may not happen [even though i make a note of all those things so i always have something interesting to say {oh crap, i won't say them to you because that might mean that i am talking about me...and you might not rank that among your top qualities in a 'me' AND I DON'T WANT TO PUT YOU OFF...*breathe breathe breathe*} to you about the way my life progresses]simply because they are inconsequential until they become fossilised events of the past.
BUT i digressish.
Here's the deal, i put the whole trunk in front of you, open it rather ceremoniously and with a lot of loud giggling and clawing at your wrist and burning eyes and all that jazz and i'll throw things at you from it. And basically it will be empty in just a tick and you will be staggering under the weight of the mad stack of all my hats and masks and the flouncing, snaking scarves and the odd feather boa of a riot of colours...and then you will...)
No,
you will not. You will stay. You.
Don't apologise for the inconvenience.
ReplyDeleteI think I feel good about it. About you.