On Wishes and Wonderous Abilities
Tonight at 11:11 I found myself wishing for the ability to have my words drip out of my lips.
To fully grasp this statement you must understand two things: firstly, every opportunity I get (usually twice a day) I wish on a digital clock when it hits 11:11. Perhaps it's the pure aesthetically pleasing symmetry of the time on the face of a microwave or in the corner of my computer that catches my eye when glancing which leads me to believe that wish-making is appropriate, I'm not really sure how I justify it in my mind. Usually wishes are reserved for strictly spectacular and highly rare occasions that allow for such a marvelous thing as the granting of a heart's desire - such as the discovery of an ancient lamp curiously shaped like a gravy dish or the random passing of a fountain when you just so happen to have a spare penny in your pocket (nothing deliberate, mind you, you can't set out to make a wish) But out of all the thousands of minute/hour combinations in the day, is it not fantastic that only two times can you witness the event of four evenly spaced parallel lines? Well I sure as fucking hell should think so.
Secondly, the aforementioned ability is only truly done by a fraction of a decimal of a percent of the population. Think about it: when was the last time you saw someone, anyone (though it's more commonly a moderately attractive woman) utter something so sensually and/or disdainfully that you could mentally envision their articulated words pouring from their mouth? In all honesty I've only witnessed such awe-inspiring, passionate verbalization from movie starlet's of black and white era films and never in person. If I were to observe it in person I'd probably slap the person smartly across their face with the white leather glove I carry in my purse for such an offense just out of pure jealousy. "How dare you master such a skill before I! I who took the time to meticulously type out in an obscenely lengthy blog what reverence I bare for such a talent! Good day, sir! I said good day!"
Right. So there's that... just something to put in your pipe and puff, I s'pose.
-Kayla Dee
To fully grasp this statement you must understand two things: firstly, every opportunity I get (usually twice a day) I wish on a digital clock when it hits 11:11. Perhaps it's the pure aesthetically pleasing symmetry of the time on the face of a microwave or in the corner of my computer that catches my eye when glancing which leads me to believe that wish-making is appropriate, I'm not really sure how I justify it in my mind. Usually wishes are reserved for strictly spectacular and highly rare occasions that allow for such a marvelous thing as the granting of a heart's desire - such as the discovery of an ancient lamp curiously shaped like a gravy dish or the random passing of a fountain when you just so happen to have a spare penny in your pocket (nothing deliberate, mind you, you can't set out to make a wish) But out of all the thousands of minute/hour combinations in the day, is it not fantastic that only two times can you witness the event of four evenly spaced parallel lines? Well I sure as fucking hell should think so.
Secondly, the aforementioned ability is only truly done by a fraction of a decimal of a percent of the population. Think about it: when was the last time you saw someone, anyone (though it's more commonly a moderately attractive woman) utter something so sensually and/or disdainfully that you could mentally envision their articulated words pouring from their mouth? In all honesty I've only witnessed such awe-inspiring, passionate verbalization from movie starlet's of black and white era films and never in person. If I were to observe it in person I'd probably slap the person smartly across their face with the white leather glove I carry in my purse for such an offense just out of pure jealousy. "How dare you master such a skill before I! I who took the time to meticulously type out in an obscenely lengthy blog what reverence I bare for such a talent! Good day, sir! I said good day!"
Right. So there's that... just something to put in your pipe and puff, I s'pose.
-Kayla Dee