Not much to say here, just a day in the life of Michelle.
Hobbies: Photography, knitting, coffee, cats, writing & reading poetry, & reading, in general, when I find the time.
It makes me sick to my stomach when the rich or upper class bitches & moans about how they have to pay taxes that go towards government assistance programs.
There are people below you struggling & working their asses off everyday in hopes that they can make enough to make that car payment, rent payment, or afford groceries to last until the next paycheck. To sit there & complain about having to help the less fortunate is utterly ridiculous!
I’m sure all of you would change your fucking tune if it were YOU on the other side. I don’t want to be associated with those people who think they’re better than & superior to the less fortunate.
To assume that everyone getting government assistance is lazy & they don’t want to work is completely ignorant & downright WRONG.
"I was told
The average girl begins to plan her wedding at the age of 7
She picks the colors and the cake first
By the age of 10
She knows time,
She’s already chosen a gown
And a maid of honor
She’s waiting for a man
Who wont break out in hives when he hears the word “commitment”
Someone who doesn’t smell like a Band-Aid drenched in lonely
Someone who isn’t a temporary solution to the empty side of the bed
Who’ll hold her hand like it’s the only one they’ve ever seen
To be honest
I don’t know what kind of tux I’ll be wearing
I have no clue what my wedding will look like
But I imagine
The women who pins my last to hers
Will butterfly down the aisle
Like a 5 foot promise
Will be so large that you’ll see it on google maps
And know exactly where our wedding is being held
The woman that I plan to marry
Will have champagne in her walk
And I will get drunk on her footsteps
When the pastor asks
If I take this woman to be my wife
I will say yes before he finishes the sentence
I’ll apologize later for being impolite
But I will also explain him
That our first kiss happened 6 years ago
And I’ve been practicing my “Yes”
For past 2, 165 days
When people ask me about my wedding
I never really know what to say
But when they ask me about my future wife
I always tell them
Her eyes are the only Christmas lights that deserve to be seen all year long
She thinks too much
Misses her father
Loves to laugh
And she’s terrible at lying
Because her face never figured out how to do it correctly
I tell them
If my alarm clock sounded like her voice
My snooze button would collect dust
I tell them
If she came in a bottle
I would drink her until my vision is blurry and my friends take away my keys
If she was a book
I would memorize her table of contents
I would read her cover-to-cover
Hoping to find typos
Just so we can both have a few things to work on
Because aren’t we all unfinished?
Don’t we all need a little editing?
Aren’t we all waiting to be proofread by someone?
Aren’t we all praying they will tell us that we make sense
She don’t always make sense
But her imperfections are the things I love about her the most
I don’t know when I will be married
I don’t know where I will be married
But I do know this
Whenever I’m asked about my future wife
I always say
…She’s a lot like you
Beautiful despite the incorrect use of grammar in the last part. It’s “she doesn’t”, not “she don’t”.
Does anyone else occasionally show off when a non-knitter is watching them knit? Like consciously getting faster while stitching? Because I do sometimes.
Oh, yeah. LoL.