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Tuesday, February 3, 2009


They come from paper planes, dropping post-it bombs on the notebook romance of my life. I am soggy and red rimmed, but I will survive. So we all decorate our lives, colorful construction paper cutouts dashed haphazardly on the page as confetti and glitter glue illuminate our way. And when the pages stick together, what can you do but laugh? We are only arts and crafts.

Arts and Crafts. It started with the first sentence, and I really couldn't think of anything that fit it from there so I just made something up so that it wouldn't bother me too badly.

1 comment:

alia said...

i really like this... life is only arts and crafts. wooooord.