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A Roseanne Inspired Post

To whom it concerns, Darlene’s work will be late,
it fell on her pancakes and stuck to her plate…
To whom it concerns, my ma made me write this,
and I’m just her kid, so how could I fight this…
To whom it concerns, I lost my assignment,
maybe I’ll get lucky, solitary confinement…
To whom it concerns, Darlene’s great with the ball,
but guys don’t watch tomboys when they’re cruising the hall…
To whom it concerns, I just turned thirteen,
too short to be quarterback, too plain to be queen…
To whom it concerns, I’m not made of steel,
when I get blindsided my pain is quite real…
I don’t mean to squawk, but it really burns…
I just thought I’d mention it, to whom it concerns…

The poem is from Roseanne, written by Darlene Connor, played by Sara Gilbert. I loved Roseanne when it was on.

The poem reminds me what it was like being a teenager. I was a rough-and-tumble girl. I would be more likely to beat the crap out of a boy than to crush on one 🙂 I think Madi’ll end up similar.

Were you a tomboy or a girly-girl?
And if you’re male, were you a “manly-man” or more likely to be found with a book (since that was “girly” back when I was a kid, :lol:)

Those Searches, They Be Weird

Okay, beginning of a new month, so time to share those strange and sometimes awkward search terms people use to find my site.

  • got the hunger in mind the stars in my eyes
    This is most likely because of a Thursday Thirteen entry that had the “Ready, Set, Don’t Go” lyrics as well. The one centered around Madi 🙂
  • ks scrapkit psp
    I wish I had a KS scrapkit for PSP, or Photoshop. I love Kansas, just not the teams 😉
  • poems about stalkers
    *snort* Yes, I’ve dealt with my own stalker bastard, but never wrote a poem about it, 😆
  • i hate mirena
    May I say I’m sorry for the person who used this search term and ended up on my site. I love my Mirena 🙂
  • pirets of mississppi if i die feed jake
    Hon, whoever was the one using these search terms, please learn to spell: PIRATES and MISSISSIPPI
  • charles dickens factory secret place hands are mutes
    WTF? Please, someone, tell me what the heck that means
  • smirnoff wine coolers
    Oh god, those are the yum!!
  • i hate kansas
    I’m sorry you feel that way. Don’t let the door hit you on the butt as you leave 🙂

Random Writings

she sits alone
just wondering
what to make of
her little life

its so easy
to fall in and out
but not so easy
to deal with pain

life is a sacrifice
something she’s learned
the hard way
something she hates

today’s her day
to make her life
the way she dreams
it can be