moonshoes8 replied to your post: I can’t decide if it’s cheating to break down and…
It’s not taking the easy way out if it is really what you want to say and what you want your poem to be.
Well it was, but I found a workaround that preserves my poem, my pride, and my artistic integrity, all at the same time. Success!
Q:Do you ever get frustrated by how/where your facial hair does/does not grow?
(A thousand times yes. It drives me nuts.)
moonshoes8 replied to your post: moonshoes8 replied to your post: The worst part of…
THAT SOUNDS PAINFUL
It was! But it worked. Definitely kept us clean shaven most of the time.
moonshoes8 replied to your post: The worst part of highschool was being sent to the…
What you had to what WHY?!
It was a Jesuit run school that had a huge JROTC presence, so being clean shaven was part of dress code. We, especially in junior and senior year, would tempt fate and go a few days without shaving. Or sometimes we just forgot. At any rate, if we were spotted, we had to shave.
I DON’T THINK YOU UNDERSTAND MY FLAILING RIGHT NOW. THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT I WAS THINKING. (thank and it’s distracting me from the stupid part of this Gilmore Girls episode)
That’s how my brain works. Call it a draw = the back knight. The word repressed = Dennis the peasant. Parrot = Dead parrot sketch, Cheese = cheese shop sketch, dentist = pain first, and then Lemming of the B.D.A. Box of chocolates = crunchy frog. Ants = Michael Ellis and ant poetry.
Don’t even get me started on hovercraft and eels.
moonshoes8 replied to your post: moonshoes8 replied to your post: Hmm. That may be…
Let’s call it a draw.