Friday, July 25, 2008
Jigsaw vs. Lip gloss
I have the sneaking suspicion that nobody understands my cerebral jigsaw. I guess it’s difficult to look at its pieces, worn down and bent in some places, without the singular derision of one who has outgrown such things. But I’d rather have my jigsaw than your nasty pile of lip gloss, oozing gushy lies. It’s just not right to be always characterized by the pile of paint you sludge on your face each morning. It makes your beautiful face into a mask- it even has a visible seam, just below your jaw line. Disgusting. I’d much rather sit here and solve my cerebral jigsaw, because goodness knows you won’t.