Something Like An Artist
Meg Johnson
I wasn't born to admire seashells.
If a British theater director with
bad teeth comes to America and
demands to see an American
dentist I'm going to get suspicious.
I'm not a fan of the phrase: life changing.
I like to drink cold water.
I stopped wearing a side pony tail.
Dear God. How will they sell me
without a pony tail?
Thighs equal side pony tail.
Voice equals side pony tail.
Blinking equals side pony tail.
Five years side pony tail.
Buy me a steak and have sex
with me side pony tail.
Now people say: She is channeling
her inner Pina Bausch.
I would love to talk Pina Baucsh.
But first I want to listen to this
T-Pain song. (Because I've been
so Chopped N Screwed.)
The real victim in my life is my
housemate who, in public, has to
act like I am a very sophisticated
person who does not(!) listen
to T-Pain songs.
Being in this Gymboree class
makes me feel dirty.
I wanna tell you something
about me and some strangers.
There comes a moment in every young
woman's life when she must tear herself
away from the Cocoa Krispies long enough
to say to the world:
I no longer wish to be in an exclusive
relationship with a college basketball coach.
I want to have sex with a man wearing
bubble wrap.
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If a British theater director with
bad teeth comes to America and
demands to see an American
dentist I'm going to get suspicious.
I'm not a fan of the phrase: life changing.
I like to drink cold water.
I stopped wearing a side pony tail.
Dear God. How will they sell me
without a pony tail?
Thighs equal side pony tail.
Voice equals side pony tail.
Blinking equals side pony tail.
Five years side pony tail.
Buy me a steak and have sex
with me side pony tail.
Now people say: She is channeling
her inner Pina Bausch.
I would love to talk Pina Baucsh.
But first I want to listen to this
T-Pain song. (Because I've been
so Chopped N Screwed.)
The real victim in my life is my
housemate who, in public, has to
act like I am a very sophisticated
person who does not(!) listen
to T-Pain songs.
Being in this Gymboree class
makes me feel dirty.
I wanna tell you something
about me and some strangers.
There comes a moment in every young
woman's life when she must tear herself
away from the Cocoa Krispies long enough
to say to the world:
I no longer wish to be in an exclusive
relationship with a college basketball coach.
I want to have sex with a man wearing
bubble wrap.