shit i keep forgetting, plus a pome
when i went to florida last december i learned someone had given my parents a bottle of tito's vodka. (why? no idea.) it was wearing a sweater.
not that it needed one, in florida.
also a couple weeks ago one of the partners came into work with his wife over the weekend, and she shredded three bags worth of paper. so someone in tax made a snowman of out of them, because of course.
i saw this on twitter like a month ago: what movie do you love (not just like, but love) that's scored "rotten" on rotten tomatoes? mine is gone in sixty seconds, which scored a whopping 25%. >.<
have a poem.
I like the lady horses best,
how they make it all look easy,
like running 40 miles per hour
is as fun as taking a nap, or grass.
I like their lady horse swagger,
after winning. Ears up, girls, ears up!
But mainly, let’s be honest, I like
that they’re ladies. As if this big
dangerous animal is also a part of me,
that somewhere inside the delicate
skin of my body, there pumps
an 8-pound female horse heart,
giant with power, heavy with blood.
Don’t you want to believe it?
Don’t you want to lift my shirt and see
the huge beating genius machine
that thinks, no, it knows,
it’s going to come in first.
--How to Triumph Like a Girl, Ada Limón
not that it needed one, in florida.
also a couple weeks ago one of the partners came into work with his wife over the weekend, and she shredded three bags worth of paper. so someone in tax made a snowman of out of them, because of course.
i saw this on twitter like a month ago: what movie do you love (not just like, but love) that's scored "rotten" on rotten tomatoes? mine is gone in sixty seconds, which scored a whopping 25%. >.<
have a poem.
I like the lady horses best,
how they make it all look easy,
like running 40 miles per hour
is as fun as taking a nap, or grass.
I like their lady horse swagger,
after winning. Ears up, girls, ears up!
But mainly, let’s be honest, I like
that they’re ladies. As if this big
dangerous animal is also a part of me,
that somewhere inside the delicate
skin of my body, there pumps
an 8-pound female horse heart,
giant with power, heavy with blood.
Don’t you want to believe it?
Don’t you want to lift my shirt and see
the huge beating genius machine
that thinks, no, it knows,
it’s going to come in first.
--How to Triumph Like a Girl, Ada Limón