Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Secrets are sexy
Yesterday my cousin was secretly making fun of me when she read one of my scribbles in one of my books: "What is the purpose of the moon?" I mean, when I wrote that I really meant it and I was really perplexed and confused as to why the moon existed. Although I think I might have found my answer, it was nothing short of a really awkward and embarrassing moment. Almost like somebody pulling out a really ugly pair of underwear from your closet.
And then I was wondering today about all the secret thoughts I've had, and all the secret things I've done - where do they go? I wish there was a folder or a little box under my bed that kept all these smelly things. People are all so full of them. It's hard to come across genuinely nice smelling people. I wonder why I still don't like kids. They're unpretentious, cute, and cuter. Pity they get on my nerves. We all have something to hide, something to protect, and most of the time for good reason! Time to take a shower.
tried to hunch; 3:46 PM