Sometimes late at night I break into song. And in recognition of that whole it's - really - too - late - for - anyone - to - expect - me - to - be - rational thing, I typically preface my musical rendition with, "That reminds me of a song...and it goes a little something like this."
And so, when the mood strikes me, or the hour is late enough ;) , here is where I'll break into the silly songs of my childhood, the pseudo-intellectual ramblings of my grad student-hood, the haphazard mutterings of my single-hood, the philosophical musings of my female-hood, the inspirational babblings of my human-hood, the frazzled sputterings of my junior high French teacher-hood.
So world, this is me. These are my thoughts, this is my life. And it goes a little something like this...
3 comments:
Rock on with your bad self, lady.
I've got a three day old bowl from microwave macaroni in my sink. Sigh.
Go, go, Margaret! You can do it!
You rock and rule. I did my dishes finally today too and I'm not writing a thesis and I was overwhelmingly proud of myself.
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