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i went grocery shopping today and it started to rain so i hailed a cab. this is the exact conversation that happened between me and the driver. (no part has been removed or fabricated)

him: "you are very attractive"

me: (pause) "thanks"

him: "that is a good compliment"

me: "yes it is... thank you!"

a moment...

him: "are you a miss or a misses?"

me: "i am a miss"

him: "why not a misses? are you waiting for prince charming"

me: "yep. mmm hmm. prince charming!"

him: "do you think you are not ready?"

me: "not quite ready."

him: "you are an idiot because you think you are not ready, but you are."

just in time as we pull up to my door. i kindly thanked him for the advice, tipped, and walk inside (trying not to burst out laughing)

"God is anxiously waiting for the chance to answer your prayers and fulfill your dreams, just as He always has. but He can't if you don't pray, and He can't if you don't dream. in short, He can't if you don't believe."

-Jeffery R. Holland

ambivalent

she slipped her pretty dress over her shoulders and stomped her feet into her peep toe heels with a bow on the front before pressing her lips against the tissue to dab a little of the pigment off. it just looked better that way. he picked her up right on time and smelled real nice when she wrapped her arm around his and he leaned in front of her to open the car door. they drove together up the winding road to dinner and dessert on park city's main street. a real good conversation and a few awfully hilarious giggles later led to a quick drive up into the mountains. it was a mansion of course and it was empty and quiet, except for the bubbling hot tub in the back. a few patches of snow were piled around the tree trunks and when she tilted her head up the endless black sky was smeared with twinkling stars. it burned a little when she stepped in but by the time it reached her elbows the warmth just felt nice. he thought it was real funny when he dunked her head under and they laughed at the story he told her about all those years ago. they would've sat there all night and chatted if her feet didn't start hurting from morphing into raisins. it was oh so cold stepping out but she rinsed off and changed into an oversized sweater and braided her hair around her head. he had a movie planned but the theatre was quite complicated. she didn't mind. she was always more drawn to simplicity and sitting in front of the fire wrapped in a huge furry blanket was better anyways. especially since she had forgotten to refresh the rest of that pigment she'd accidentally dabbed off at dinner...


and what if i told you this wasn't pulled from any imagination and he plays the guitar? you wouldn't believe me? would you?

short+sweet

remember those candy bar letters you make when you're a little kid? i miss those. maybe next time instead of "phasing out" i'll create one of those.

ex: i don't want to break your heart in (reeses)PIECES but you just don't make me SNICKER(s) like you used to.   -(hershey)KISS KISS

when i am running behind on laundry...

i cease the moment and buy a new outfit... or two.