this reminds me of a friend that'd listen to me vent and then make me laugh in the middle of my very serious venting sessions on purpose. i would start giggling and then would get angry because he had the audacity to just trivialize my tragedies (!!!) all the while i'm starting to laugh even harder at how frustrated he's making me feel by making me chuckle through my supposed-to-be very heartfelt venting moment. i'd tear up cus the whole thing was just way too irritatingly funny and not cus i was engrossed in my misery. he managed to help me make fun of me and that was part of his plan. what an awesome (jerk!) person. such sweet trickeries.
a bad photo makes me feel like that - so happy, so frustrated, so embarrassed and then so happy that i saw it. if only we all knew how to be a little less serious and bit more self-deprecating (a true wish coming from a very serious yet not at all too serious person). we'd all be a little bit more meaner, but alas, a lot more happier. well, here's a bad (but so good!) photo that i saw today that jettisoned some excess baggage and set my week off on a humorous note (thank you, Superficial):
amy actually doesn't look half bad in this picture but, i chuckled through my "oh no, guuuuuurl" because this is what i really saw in my head:
it must have been the spider i saw this weekend but amy! your hair looks like a perfectly shaped spider abdomen. so perfect!on that note of perfectness and the awesomeness of my crayola mind, do you know what else is super? hugs. (roll your eyes, you care-bear haters. whatevs.) one of the best moments i've had is when i was reading, my sweet man jumped on the bed right next to me, bear hugged me and proceeded to watch me read. that, friends, is perfection.
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