Sunday, June 27, 2010
"A man, no matter how messy he is, I mean even if he some straight-up basket case, can always get some good woman, two or three for that matter, to go for his shit. Right? But a woman? If her shit ain't together, she can forget it unless she very lucky and got a Great Ma Drew working roots. If she halfway together and very cold-blooded, then maybe she can snatch some sucker and bump his head. But if she got her johnson together, is fine in her do, superbad in her work, and terrible, terrible extra plus with her woman thing, well . . . she'll just bop along the waves forever with nobody to catch her up, cause her thing is so tough, and it's so crystal clear she ain't goin for bullshit, that can't no man pump up his boyish heart good enough to come deal with her one on one." -172
Monday, June 21, 2010
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
I have a freckle on my long skinny toe.
Right next to my big toe.
"Hogan toes," my Uncle Bish calls 'em.
I got 'em from my dad. He got 'em from my grandpa.
It took me a while to be okay with my, "Alien toes,"
as my sister calls 'em.
I always hated my feet. It looks like I have fingers
on my feet. When I was younger I tried to hide
them. I hardly wore sandals and I always wore socks.
There was never a moment when I fell in love with my feet
or accepted them.
I just stopped giving a shit.
They're feet! Everyone's feet look weird.
After finally getting over myself I was able to accept
them. I came to love them because they're different
and they're mine and they run in the family. This freckle,
this tiny adorable freckle, on my long skinny toe,
makes my feet perfect.