Wednesday 3 October 2007

Ho Hum...

cups lose their liquid before
they reach my lips
leaving messages on my shirt collar:
I can't help but make a mess of things.

3 comments:

Kendra Grant Malone said...

a guy i dated once had a nick name for me:

adorable mess.

everything i own is stained and i trip while sitting down.

Lyndall-O said...

A friend of mine was once telling me about an ex-girlfriend. He mentioned that it really disgusted him that she couldn't use a knife and fork, meaning she couldn't organize the food onto the fork and into her mouth without many awkward moments where the food connected with cheek or fell into her lap. When he mentioned it he kind of scrunched up his face. "yuk"

I just looked at him thinking, that's exactly what I'm like...does he scrunch up his face when I eat with him? good lord. This all comes from some deep-seated anxiety and he isn't helping...

The only thing for people like us is to hope one can pull it off looking cute or adorable I guess. I'd be happy if I was called an "adorable mess", but if i were called a "mess" I'd probably stop leaving the house.

Kendra Grant Malone said...

i murdered him. hence the past tense.