Make Way: #2 Down the Pipe
How befitting, that I'd be known in this pseudo-academic realm as number two. Did Andi know of my predilection for actual crap, or just a self-anointed #1?
But here I am: Number 2. You're in for a treat, because I am very good at being #2. I've been second-best my whole life: first to my older brother, in school as a student, as a corporate weasel, as a daughter, and as a friend to the environment. I guess you could say I'm #1 at being #2. It's only due time I came in to play second-best fiddle to Andi's number oneness. So please prepare for the discordant tunes; some of my strings are broken.
Here is a little about me: I am not a blonde angel. Not even if I dyed my hair. I am the dark Canadian horse to Andi's Texan gold-tinged-and-fringed-Americanness. I was raised in the crotchial regions of Ontario -- an industrial baby from the get-go, asthmatic and accustomed to dodging factory fumes by staying indoors to read, paint, and listen to my mothers Julio Eyeglasses albums. In light of my shades-of-grey upbringing, it's a wonder that I ever picked up a book in the first place, or had the gall to ever stare at paintings that weren't of dogs playing poker.
I am a woman, but express myself like a man (with my mental penis out). I am in my 20s, but read like I'm in my teens: thoughtlessly. Apparently even an expensive degree in English is only worth wiping your ass with. You'd think that my education would've afforded me the ability, if not the desire, to read critically at all times. But it doesn't work that way -- sometimes I want to read and simply enjoy. Sometimes I do want to think, but not just in terms of books.
That's why I'm here and I think that's why Andi is here, too. I need a space to throw about my less vulgar leanings, such as those evidenced by my ugly personal blog. So if you care what one Canadian thinks of books, movies, music, and art, you'll stick around.
If not for me, then for that presumptuous blonde angel sitting atop. 'Cause she's worth it.
But here I am: Number 2. You're in for a treat, because I am very good at being #2. I've been second-best my whole life: first to my older brother, in school as a student, as a corporate weasel, as a daughter, and as a friend to the environment. I guess you could say I'm #1 at being #2. It's only due time I came in to play second-best fiddle to Andi's number oneness. So please prepare for the discordant tunes; some of my strings are broken.
Here is a little about me: I am not a blonde angel. Not even if I dyed my hair. I am the dark Canadian horse to Andi's Texan gold-tinged-and-fringed-Americanness. I was raised in the crotchial regions of Ontario -- an industrial baby from the get-go, asthmatic and accustomed to dodging factory fumes by staying indoors to read, paint, and listen to my mothers Julio Eyeglasses albums. In light of my shades-of-grey upbringing, it's a wonder that I ever picked up a book in the first place, or had the gall to ever stare at paintings that weren't of dogs playing poker.
I am a woman, but express myself like a man (with my mental penis out). I am in my 20s, but read like I'm in my teens: thoughtlessly. Apparently even an expensive degree in English is only worth wiping your ass with. You'd think that my education would've afforded me the ability, if not the desire, to read critically at all times. But it doesn't work that way -- sometimes I want to read and simply enjoy. Sometimes I do want to think, but not just in terms of books.
That's why I'm here and I think that's why Andi is here, too. I need a space to throw about my less vulgar leanings, such as those evidenced by my ugly personal blog. So if you care what one Canadian thinks of books, movies, music, and art, you'll stick around.
If not for me, then for that presumptuous blonde angel sitting atop. 'Cause she's worth it.
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