punkrockprincess




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  1. 1. weight 115 pounds
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  2. 2. get my eyebrows waxed
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    50 people
  3. 3. make t-shirts with my favorite quotes
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  4. 4. go to the drive in movies
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  5. 5. stop the ice cream truck and get ice cream
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  6. 6. live on the beach
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  7. 7. graduate from college
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  8. 8. love jesus with all my heart, soul, mind, and strength
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  9. 9. marry my best friend
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  10. 10. learn to crochet
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  11. 11. write a book and get it published
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  12. 12. own a small business
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  13. 13. be a teacher
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  14. 14. go sledding
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  15. 15. get stuck in an elevator
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  16. 16. live in a foreign country for at least a year
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  17. 17. see snow
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  18. 18. write more poetry
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  19. 19. go to the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade
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  20. 20. take a shower at Muvico!
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  21. 21. ride a bicycle built for two
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  22. 22. work as a waitress
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  23. 23. speak Spanish fluently
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  24. 24. see Saturn's rings
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  25. 25. buy an article of clothing from Walgreens
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  26. 26. lead someone I love to the Lord
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  27. 27. have a baby
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  28. 28. visit all 50 states
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  29. 29. read the whole Bible
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  30. 30. find out what blood type i am
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  31. 31. truly love people
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  32. 32. see the Aurora Borealis
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  33. 33. travel around america in an RV for a year
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  34. 34. learn to dance
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  35. 35. get a penny run over by a train
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  36. 36. compliment at least one person everyday
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  37. 37. play in a fountain
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  38. 38. go to the movies alone
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  39. 39. get a tattoo
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Recent entries
own a bath robe
November 25, 2006 3 years ago

Target, On Sale, $12

YAYAYAYAYAYAY!!!



write more poetry (read all 43 entries…)
september 25, 2006 3 years ago

i am afraid because you are
a person, too, and i am
vulnerable enough already.
somehow, i want you to be god-like
as i watch you vaguely across
the afternoon. boredom has
settled over the room like too
much sunlight, while september
plays outside the window—all
blue and green and promising.
the air of fall is sweetly spiced
like apple cider—tingling, and
full, and alluring. fall days
are the shining shadows of love
and joy preparing for re-entrance
to the world. fall days are tangled
with purpose and preparation, laced
with golden secrets in the air.
and in the slow moments of afternoon,
i breathe living air and try not to
worry about you breathing too.



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Faulty Camera, Pt. 2 3 years ago

i raise my hairbrush determinedly
against the knots of disillusion.
my worn nerves feel a certain
sympathetic kinship with the split
threads falling from my head.
well do they know the feeling of
frayed subjection to wind and
insufficiency. nerves and hair,
fragile cords, blown into dark
tangles of delicate confusion.
and who will tease the knots undone,
and smooth the snarls of my soul?
and though i’m far from home
and girlhood, i remember with
comfort a certain pink bottle
that you brought home with
the groceries one late afternoon.
eyes shining brightly with relief,
you declared, “our nightly
battles are over!”
kid-shaped letters across the bottle
read, “NO MORE TANGLES,”
and that night I crawled onto
your lap, and shot a glance of
fear and distrust at the
instrument of my torture:
a biting fine-toothed comb.
then you sprayed a gentle mist
all over my head and-like magic-slid
the comb smoothly through my hair—
in much the same way as you
slipped ‘grace’ in as my middle name—
so that i would never be without it.



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