southern girl.

gimme that ol time religion
gimme that ol time religion
gimme that ol time religion
cuz its good enough for me.

it was good enough for my mama
it was good enough for my mama
it was good enough for my mama
and its good enough for me.

...

i miss home.

...

and i miss karla too.

...

he came to speak to my second grade class about physics while using a red and a blue ball as props.

he would wake me up out of my sleep if i didn't wash the dishes properly.

he told me that if i kept eatin that way...then i'd be "big as a house"

he always hid my things when i briefly left the room.

he would videotape my PSAs about suicide (with my barbie actresses).

he would pull out his rusty, dark saxophone while i practiced on my new shiny one.

he hid behind dark corners and patiently awaited my footsteps only to scare me so i dropped to the floor
(hence, my bad nerves)

he would run over to me full speed after i had fallen into a ditch of rocks on my rollerblades.
(and then he praised Jesus for me not "falling to my death")

he would tell me to "slow down" while i would drink my beverage during a meal.

he sat with me as i drooled over the new arrival of the JC Penneys catalog.

he consistently walked behind me, tapping the back of my knee so my legs would buckle.

he snuck bites out of my desserts if i became preoccupied.

he told me that the only boys that matter are those with substance.

he told me that the small keloid on his elbow was from swallowing a bug and it going down the wrong pipe.

he would quickly glance at me and fast forward through all sex scenes.

he revised my responses of "yeah" to "yes sir pamela".

he would always round out my shoulders, correcting my posture.

he pulled out his graduate school level math books to use as references for my 10th grade geometry.

he told me that i played too much and took life as one big joke.



....so now you understand me better.
yes?