Okay, so this probably [self depreciation - YAY!] wasn't so great a post, but losing it trying to provide the reader with a picture? Sucks. And, by the way, the picture was only of stoopid Mickey and Mallory Knox... How lame am I.
Regardless - said missing post. Back to the martini I go:
So what do I want for my birthday? A horse. I won't get one, and more pointedly my mother proposed this: a year long membership at a gym (cause, I suppose I do have access to horses and lessons...) or mani's and pedi's... I told her I wanted krav maga lessons from this place on Lyndale. Drove by there, and they no longer have krav maga listed as one of thier specialities. I want to be able to punch boys! I love movies and such where the woman has the power. Blame that on my wank of a surrealist Irish dad, I do, but I want to know how to defend myself. Lion taming has taught me a lot - don't get me wrong - but my ex-ghetto-trash-junkie boyfriend taught me how to throw a punch. So that I'd know, but not know how to punch him.
Hard to believe I'm a pacifist, huh?
But I am. I'm just about being empowered. And no one - ever - is going to take that away from me.
Thank you, Saint Augustine, and your confessions. Good read.
S
3 comments:
Hey goofus,
When you're in your post, doing the whole creation thing, look for the Font selection box. Now look all the way to the right, see the Preview? Back up two icons and click on the picture one. Just browse for the photo and pop it in.
This has been a Get Stewed public announcement.
Hong Fu will be so happy...
I thought I tried that;regardless, goofus thanks you, oh great overlord of all things post.
I'll send you a photo of Ann to practice with. What's your email?
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