Plaid and navy sweaters, crisply starched button-downs. Smiles all around. Arranged by height, always on the top row, standing in the back. Knees threatening to buckle. Unseeing eyes full of apparent joy. One to the side, taller than the rest. The blonde haired boy smells like soap. A bright light too soon. I never cared for dairy anyway. A moment in time, captured past memory, till ink do us part.

toes sliding on cold granite

Sometimes, when its dark outside, and my parents aren't home, I dance on the counter.

And we danced, out there on that empty hardwood floor
I wanna dance with you, hold you in my arms once more, thats what they invented dancing for, I just wanna dance with you
The music played, we held each other close, and we danced
Dance, dance, wherever you may be, I am the Lord of the dance, said he
Just dance, its gonna be okay, just dance
Dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen, feel that beat from the tambourine
The dance we shared beneath the stars above, for a moment all the world was right
We danced in the morning when the sky turned black, its hard to dance with the devil on your back
Dance, dance, we're falling apart to halftime
And you know I wanna ask you to dance right there

A Business Refusal

My Dearest Mr. Pertan,

It is my deepest regret to inform you that your request of marriage has been declined. I believe you to be an excellent man with many blossoming qualities, however, you do not quite meet the criteria for the position you wish to fill. A few more years (and a few less pounds) under the belt might do you conceivable good. I wholeheartedly appreciate your interest in my wellbeing, but the answer remains the same. May I have the pleasure of proposing a counter offer of friendship? I think that you might find this a suitable compromise of both of our wishes. Thank you for your time and consideration of these ideals, I await your answer promptly.

Not Quite Yours,

Ms. Dellan

hands.

everything is hands.
holding, falling, waking up, cleaning, comforting, loving, greeting, composing, talking, crying, frustration: hands.

This post at 7:56, by my hands. you got to this page, through your hands. I slapped you yesterday, with my hands. I'll love you tomorrow, with my hands.

They fit around a pencil; wipe eraser stubs off of my notebook. They tie my laces; put up my hair. Pet the dog.

A hug is hands and arms and bodies united. A high five is palms and fingers smarting. A promise is two pinkies intertwined for an instant.

my hands, my mediators.

MY PHONE IS HOME

and i just realized why im eating like a mother.
well, mother-to-be, that is.
no no no! im not pregnant! pervs.
apparently the pill, which i am on FOR MY SKIN AND CRAMPS, tricks your body into thinking its pregnant.
thats great. cracked.com says this will make me attracted to men who are the opposite of my type. google says it will make me hungry life the wolf every month for about two days [even hungrier than if i wasnt on it].
At least now i can blame my singleness and fatassery on something other than myself.
Geez im craving chicken

I Like Olives and English

Together.

Tell me something, darling. Tell me why it counts as a double homicide [which you can get death row for] if someone causes a car accident that results in the death of a mother to be and her unborn fetus, when abortion is completely acceptable.
Yes, yes, it's the mother's body and it affects her life, but her choice is going to affect the child's life too.
Currently in South Dakota, it is legal to kill someone who threatens the life of your fetus. What if YOU'RE the one endangering that life? They argue that the mother may abort a fetus because it directly deals with her life, but how does that justify murder? The kid in front of you has terrible breath, you are affected by this. Your neighbor blocks your driveway with his obnoxious prius, you are affected. A small boy is picked on and bullied to tears everyday at his elementary school, he is affected. Each of these scenarios displays direct, unpleasant effects in the lives of people caused by others. Does this give them the right to kill those people? Does it give a mother the right to kill her baby? What if she waited until it was born? Less acceptable? Is the baby only alive once it leaves its mother? Can that child not feel the pain of its own death?

Just something I don't understand.

I'm Not Full of Myself...

but there are some UGLY people out there.

I always have these nifty blog ideas, WHEN I'M AT SCHOOL. Thanks for the effort, brain, but your schemes really don't help me at school. CONSPIRACY.

damn. i have nothing else to say. Actually, there's PLENTY that i'd like to say, but not much that i am allowed to say. Freedom of Speech? YEAH RIGHT.