Showing posts with label brigitte bardot. Show all posts
Showing posts with label brigitte bardot. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

...touched for the very first time.


“Women get more unhappy the more they try to liberate themselves.”


40 year old male classmate: You smell nice.
Me: Pardon?
40 year old male classmate: You smell really nice.
Me: Thanks?

I suppose anyone who crosses me in passing
must notice I smell like baby powder and artificial vanilla
and must be pleasantly caught off guard by the childish
combination of scents.

Madonna is in town tonight.
I think I'm secretly jealous that I can't go.
It's probably best that I'm not there.
It would be me in a vast, glittering sea of gay.

Today I was studying for Political Science in Geology
and I turned to a picture of Dick Cheney making
a squishy, squinty face so I drew a fart cloud
behind him with the letters "Pfffft" inside.
I burst out laughing.
I swear I'm 20 years old.
Really, I am.

Having said that, I realize I am both young and foolish.
But don't take advantage of what I'm willing to offer.
I'm not that type of girl.

But I suppose I'm not not that type of girl, either.

I want to look like Brigitte Bardot.
Thank you.