Tuesday, March 25, 2003
at 8:44 PMThe Ropes Of The Man
This bra I'm wearing does me absolutely no good.
Another thing that contributes little to my general welfare is The Father's computer, which decided not to print my Student Leadership interview due to a lack of ink. I then by hand wrote the questions on the back of that notice about the men who abducted a girl in a local neighborhood two weeks ago.
I weigh too much. After I remove myself from the computer chair, I am going to drink some water, because I am that thirsty. Then I will go run around the block a few times, because I weigh too much. Damn my irrational, self-conscious characteristics of femininity to theoretical Hell.
When I commented during English class that the mother figure in "The Centaur" represented The Man, I really was not being facetious entirely. The mother told the kid to put her hair in a ponytail. She wanted to know where the girl had been and what she had been doing. Thus, the mother could be interpreted to represent Big Brother, squelching the girl's imagination, which represents freedom. Is it obvious to no one else? I could see myself scoring a solid "9" with such an essay. At the very least, I would score a solid giggle from the test readers.
Bullet shed all over me. Dadgum dog. He's so darn cute. He reminds me of that Thomas Hardy poem, which he wrote about a cat.
