i'm loud, colorful, perhaps a tad obnoxious, and yet incredibly guarded.
i'm intriguing and curious, yet unapproachable.
i'm a bit odd, not quite like all the other ducks in the row, and slightly secluded because of that.
i'm made to roam and be free, but boxed in by the reality of life.
i'm a bit goofy looking, a little gangly and knobby-kneed, but on the whole somehow attractive, not completely boxed in by the physical norms of beauty.
i'm but one of a many pretty pink things under observation as a part of gay culture.
i'm a cancer: warm and inviting on the inside with a strong protective outside.
i have a beaked-nose that rests under glasses.
i was a late bloomer, only coming into the comfort of my own body and uniqueness later than most (flamingos aren't born pink).
i often stand on one leg in the windows of storefronts.
-in a world full of boys in dark-rimmed glasses, i'm the one you'll remember
-i like beer
-sports don't scare me
-i can't win a boardgame to save my life
-i make lots of wonderful facial expressions
-i tend to flail
-dads like me; moms love me
-i'm great with names and faces
-four little words: "best wedding date ever"
the bad stuff:
-i have problems acting my age... you'd think i'm 29 not 24
-you better like the word "seriously"
-my friends are some tough competition
-i'm a mama's boy
-my impressions are horrible at best
-i tend to flail
-balancing my checkbook is a lost art, but i totally get physics
4 Comments:
that's an odd need, b. not gonna lie.
oh my.
it's true in so many ways.
i'm loud, colorful, perhaps a tad obnoxious, and yet incredibly guarded.
i'm intriguing and curious, yet unapproachable.
i'm a bit odd, not quite like all the other ducks in the row, and slightly secluded because of that.
i'm made to roam and be free, but boxed in by the reality of life.
i'm a bit goofy looking, a little gangly and knobby-kneed, but on the whole somehow attractive, not completely boxed in by the physical norms of beauty.
i'm but one of a many pretty pink things under observation as a part of gay culture.
i'm a cancer: warm and inviting on the inside with a strong protective outside.
i have a beaked-nose that rests under glasses.
i was a late bloomer, only coming into the comfort of my own body and uniqueness later than most (flamingos aren't born pink).
i often stand on one leg in the windows of storefronts.
break free! break free!
oh, and i forgot to mention that the queen of hearts is always using me as a croquet mallet...
bitch.
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