thoughtus interruptus

(tangent before I even get started with the post I was about to make)

It has come to my attention that there is, somewhere out there in the wide world, a Winnie-the-Pooh inspired cookbook. Several, in fact. There's The Pooh Cook Book, Winnie-the-Pooh's Teatime Cookbook, Winnie-the-Pooh's Picnic Cookbook, The Pooh Cookbook: Inspired by Winnie-the-Pooh and The House at Pooh Corner (1969), and Cooking With Pooh.

The Pooh Cook Book, I've been told, has an entire chapter labeled "Smackerals."

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Mr Talk Too Much

Hey there, Mr Talk Too Much / what's in store for us now?

I don't think I ever told Roo, but I considered that to be Our Song. She introduced me to Milla's singing, and Gentleman Who Fell just seemed to describe the difficulties we had all too well.

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I want to convey it properly, they way all of my friends speak. The particular mannerisms that make each one so uniquely him- or herself.

Knows The Length of Her Shirt called yesterday, too. Somehow her phone, in the process of getting lost, stolen and returned, mucked up my phone number and Achingly Defiant's. She said a thing, too, about needing to choose between going back to school and finding a new job, and the wording of it was just so utterly her. But I can only hear my own way of phrasing it in my head.


Just another way in which I am not yet who I want to be.

*sigh* There is so much left to do, to become. I'm only halfway there so far, and I think that's the farthest I'll ever get.

in case you haven't yet....

I'm trying to get all my Livejournal friends' locations plotted on a map - please add your location starting with this form. Username: (Then get your friends to!)

To Do, to do, todoodododo do

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