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High Heels and Thunder StormsClick, click click,Down the hall to the window.Grey skies dominating,She looks out over the city,waiting.Waiting for lightening to strike,waiting to hear the clap of thunder,telling her that it's time.Time to do something crazy.Time to toss away the heels,and run free in the rain.
We SewSewing, sewing, everybody sews.Bits of thread litter the floor,The vacuum won't pick them upand carry them away.Sewing in a post-feminism world.It seems both right and wrong.We choose to sew, to knit, to cook.It is not expected, (except it really is).It is not required.We create for ourselves,not because someone tells us we must.
My brother's catsMy brother has two cats.The first is Saint Awesome,she plays in beer boxes,and scratches people,like all good felines should.The second is Moxie,she likes to play with hair ties,and checks on me when I stay over,she is the guest protector.They love to play with each other,and gang up on my brother.
A crappy Valentines day poemHow sad,I can't even think of a crappy valentine's day poem.Oh well.I have never had a valentine anyway.Goodnight.My roommate said"good job"in reference to this poem.