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Sunday, July 06, 2008

A Call For Friends

I would make a wonderful friend. Even better than a pet because I have the ability to speak, though fortunately for you, in the words of the scarecrow in Wizard of Oz, I haven’t got a brain.
You’ll adore me because I’ve no opinions. I promise, will never make you uncomfortable by disagreeing and, certainly, I have no passion beyond worshipping you. All I humbly require is for you to give me a list of what to say before I address the topic de jour. Provide me a menu from which I may express sentiments. I don’t have to understand any of it but I will say them, nonetheless. For you see, I am just a fuckwit. See? Katonk! Empty. My head is a receptacle for air. No imagination, either. I am only slightly more intelligent than your belt, though perhaps less so than your sofa. I can read but cannot comprehend.
After I mimic the desired response, please pat me on the head. That is another thing I ask for with utmost humility--your approval. That is all I will ever need and crave.
Spread the word that I am the ideal friend. The more friends I am given the opportunity to agree with, the happier I will be. This is my raison d’etre—to be available as a receptacle for your sensibilities and ideals. You will, I guarantee, thrive from this friendship. My acquiescence can only make you grow as a human being. Discourse? Pff…who needs it? Debates? Hah. Only for idiots who think they have an opinion. Some people have even argued that so-called healthy debates are conducive to intellectual growth. Really? Bullshit. The other day I heard humor is one way to deal with controversy or conflict. You woudn't have to worry about that because I have no understanding of or use for humor. But I will laugh if and when you want me to.
I will close by reiterating this: If I don’t gain an inordinate amount of friends, there would be no reason for me to exist.
Take pity on me and be my friend. I will never let you down.

Your humble servant (and hopefully your soon-to-be friend),
Sean.

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Hence, my Name

I have printed it on drawings in school, scribbled it on tests in college, and signed it on checks to pay for rent. It is obscured under loops on top of loops and rushed bold lines, my signature, my name, the only thing of permanence. It was a name on roll-calls in school or camp, on entrance exams, and is at the bottom of my paintings.
I ask you who questions my choice to keep my father’s name over my husband’s—what do you gain from my loss? Maybe another woman who bears your name? I am aware of the irony in keeping one man’s name over another but it’s one I’ve known all my life, the name of a man I’ve loved all my life. So, as you ask, stepping on my bridal dress, why I’m steadfast, it’s not against you but an allegiance to me.
Whatever comes to light from this new bond, my name will be intact, though I may not be.
Hence, I’ll not take your son’s name, your name. What you gain I lose. It shall be the name on my grave. Hence, I must have kept it. I will have kept it.

Sunday, June 15, 2008

Happy Father's Day!

I hope you daddies are having a great day. I called my dad this morning. I cannot see him because I have this awful allergy going.
Anyway, also, HI to Everyone! I'm still alive.
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Just recieved my first acceptance letter for a short story. Thanks for being here for me when I seriously had doubts. I love you, guys! Will give details later as to where you can find it. :)
Will put something up soon. Just, you know, a typical rant. Nothing out of the ordinary heh
I hope you guys are well.

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Happy Mother's Day

Sorry this came late. To all the mommies and mommies-to-be:
You are warriors. The world would fall apart without you. It's the most important job, which you have taken on bravely. Thank you to all the mothers.
This is what my daughter made for me. It's grand.

Monday, May 05, 2008

A Poem my Daughter Wrote

Im just so proud I had to post it. I cried after I read it.
[Her name]
I am a girl who loves birds
I wonder if the world will end in 2010
I hear chirping near the window
I see trees and flowers

I am a girl who loves birds
I pretend to be in the future
I feel soft feathers in my hand
I touch my bird's scratchy talons
I worry that my life will go by quickly
I cry when I am lonely

I am a girl who loves birds
I understand that devotion and care for our planet will make it last
I say nothing is impossible
I dream of a world where no wars take place
I try to obey the rules given to me
I hope that people will stop at nothing to become what they aspire
I am a girl who loves birds