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| User: | monique_ (744164) Behold the Power of Monique
All fall in Awe before Monique |
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| Name: | Swing From My Uvula | |||||||||||||||||||||
| Website: | Swing From My Uvula | |||||||||||||||||||||
| Location: | San Antonio, Texas, United States | |||||||||||||||||||||
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| Bio: |   I'm an adult woman. I have a great husband, just had a baby, Jonas, and a "successful" business. I spend my life doing all kinds of grownup things: * If I don't shop, we don't eat. * If I don't do wash, then we go naked. * If I don't work, the mortgage doesn't get paid. * If I make really bad choices at work, people are laid off and whole families don’t eat. That's a hefty load of grownup responsibilities. So when am I going to feel like a grownup? Why do I identify more with the eight-year-old girl lying on grass, looking up at the clouds and imagining the woman she would become than the actual, real, grey-at-the-roots, but pretty decent woman that I am? The short answer is: the eight-year-old is way more fun. The longer answer involves probing hopes and fears, inner turmoil, expectations -vs- reality and might possibly result in psychotropic drugs and facing the Real Me. If you don't mind, I'll stick with the short answer - eight-year-olds are way more fun. At Lunchtime - A Story of Love When the busstopped suddenly to avoid damaging a mother and child in the road, the younglady in the greenhat sitting opposite was thrown across me, and not being one to miss an opportunity i started to makelove with all my body. At first she resisted saying that it was tooearly in the morning and toosoon after breakfast and that anyway she found me repulsive. But when I explained that this being a nuclearage, the world was going to end at lunchtime, she tookoff her greenhat, put her busticket in her pocket and joined in the exercise. The buspeople, and therewere many of them, were shockedandsurprised and amused- andannoyed, but when the word got around that the world was coming to an end at lunch- time, they put their pride in their pockets with their bustickets and madelove one with the other. And even the busconductor, being over, climbed into the cab and struck up some sort of relationship with the driver. Thatnight, on the bus coming home, wewere all alittle embarrassed, especially me and the younglady in the greenhat, and we all started to say in different ways howhasty and foolish we had been. Butthen, always having been a bitofalad, i stood up and said it was a pity that the world didn't nearly end every lunchtime and that we could always pretend. And then it happened . . . Quick asa crash we all changed partners and soon the bus was aquiver with white mothballbodies doing naughty things. And the next day And everyday In everybus In everystreet In everytown In everycountry people pretended that the world was coming to an end at lunchtime. It still hasn't. Although in a way it has. Roger McGough "Be who you are, and say what you feel, because those who mind, don't matter, and those who matter, don't mind." - Dr. Seuss LISTEN TO THE MUSTN'TS Listen to the MUSTN'TS, child, Listen to the DON'TS Listen to the SHOULDN'TS The IMPOSSIBLES, the WON'TS Listen to the NEVER HAVES Then listen close to me -- Anything can happen, child ANYTHING can be. Shel Silverstein </font> "plan for the long run, live in the moment, no regrets" ~Mr. T *HUGS* TOTAL! give Monique1972 more *HUGS* Get hugs of your own
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| Memories: | 43 entries | |||||||||||||||||||||
| Pictures: | over 200 public | |||||||||||||||||||||
| Interests: | 111: (eric), a good argument, aurra sing, being headstrong, bessie smith, billie holiday, billy boyd, blur, bmx, boondock saints, boxer shorts, boysetsfire, chamber music, charles mingus, cheese, cheesiness, chuck's all stars, community, cooking, crispin hellion glover, curly hair, directness, duke ellington, edward, eleven, entropy, etnies, evil presley, face to face, faith no more, family, fantomas, flirting, flogging molly, flying driving, fondue, food, friendship, geeks, good conversation, good food, good health, gratuitous cock, green, grocery shopping, helluva, hip hop wieners, independence, indian wrist burns, jazz, karaoke, knowledge, lagwagon, laughing, laughing at myself, life, live music, lord of the rings, making people laugh, marriage, mel brooks films, monty python, mr. sparkle, npr, obi weiner kenobi, opera, photography, plaid, playing pool, poitrine, pretty girls make graves, procrastination, punk rock, quick wit, quirkiness, quirky guys, quizzes, ralph wiggum, reading, sarcasm, sensuality, sex, sexuality, sinatra, sleep, socks, soothing sounds of summer, spirituality, star wars, surveys, surviving, the forbidden donut, the independents, the last unicorn, the pixies, the police, the roots, the simpsons, thelonious monk, toast, travelling, uvula, vacationing, venus beads, volume, wallace and grommit, weiner dogs, wit, woman, woman supporting each other, woman's issues | |||||||||||||||||||||
| Schools: | None listed | |||||||||||||||||||||
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