staring into the intersection
she thinks that she can fly and she might
holding on in a new direction
she's gonna try it tonight
-starting line
a desperate plight:
stranded an hour away from home, stuck in a room talking to a gregarious teacher that just won't quit. luckily, i'm crafty. breaking away from the potentially awkward situation, i retreat to my only safe haven - the bathroom (cliche, i know). welcome to my favorite little surprise.
oh good.
zoom in on me begging, borrowing, and practically stealing for a quarter. putting it into the little machine, i turn the crank, and...nothing. so i do what any self-respecting girl would do in this situation.
rip the front of the machine off, reach in, and grab what is rightfully mine.
stop at the local corner store on my way home for some important unmentionables which i had been previously lacking.
gorge myself in a pint of Half Baked, made by every female's two favorite men (Ben and Jerry, duh.)
cry at the end of "Who's Wedding is it Anyway".
well, maybe not so self-respecting after all. but i'm very clearly a girl.
so it goes.
i'll be more prepared tomorrow. bring it on, restorative justice.
peace (to all, for all).
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