We separate from real reality to lose ourselves in Jon and Kate? Mel and his Octomom lookalike puppy lover? Jen, Brad, Angelina, TomKat, Suriname Tsunami, Apple Dumpling Paltrow, Dredge, Pookie, Treysemme, Castoria, Whig, Tory, and Duma Palin? A soccer, hockey, princess mom wielding her forest green tank plowed up behind me on I-40 in Knoxville yesterday...cell phone ablaze, self-indulgent reminder of her own importance and necessary prop to demanding in her choreographed performance that nothing is real except her own expectations, of you not herself, and the notion that easy on easy off exits to and from her mausoleum and sepulcher of dry boned shallow cul-de-sac existence is what matters most.
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Ah, you nailed it!
ReplyDeleteI didn't even flip her off either, I just shook mah haid
ReplyDeleteHa! :-) It's good to see you blogging some of your opinions and observations. I think you see things more clearly than some of us with our heads stuck in the clouds. Keep it up!
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