how much you wish to hold me scold me for being me life isn’t fair I’ve got the flair blame on destiny luck, coincidence, fate or anything you hate how much you wish, truly wish to hold me scold me for being me I am not vain or insane basking in glory ever and ever […]

via Vanity song — Perspectives on Life, the Universe and Everything

Barbie goes to Paris


Not all who wander are lost.

The first place I drove when I got my license was the grocery store. I don’t know why, but all of those lined shelves in sections, labels out, helps remove stress. All’s well with the world there. I don’t even have to buy anything. Just wander and feel better. I waited so long for that license. I used to wish the Barbie dream car were my size and drivable. My Barbies were perpetually getting ready for dates they actually never went on. I had five Barbies and a decent stash of outfit choices but no Ken doll. My Mom said it would be inappropriate for Ken to live in the box with all those girls. Still, I knew Ken was coming. His perfectly coiffed plastic hair and smug perma-smile were worth waiting for because when he did arrive he would take Barbie on a…

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