i wear lipstick

ok. it's not actually lipstick. it's lip stain. i heard people who wear lip gloss get tipped more. based on the dollah dollah billz in the jar today, i'd say those statz are accurate.

i've always been on the fence with my femininity. growing up, i liked to play with frogs and wild animals. i liked to wrestle with my best friend justin. i liked to play football with the boys at recess. secretly though, i had a doll house. i would put dresses on in the privacy of my closet and look at myself in the mirror and imagine myself as one of the pretty girls in my class. i would decorate my room with flowers and lace and musical record sleeves (ok, that part is just plain weird). i liked girly things, but was embarrassed... so i had a middle part and wore over sized goofy shirts and soccer shorts and watched rudy and star wars and the pistol: the pete maravich story.

i'm not embarrassed anymore. i'm just lazy. i like shaving my legs and doing my hair and wearing lip tint... but no 'body got time for dat. i like cute outfits and decorating...but no 'body got monay for dat. i like boyz and kissing and flirting...but no 'body got patience for dat. i wish i still had that goofy shirt.

goofy is annoying, but i can let it slide because i am more concerned about all my unanswered questions about beauty and the beast. there are many. so so many.