Grace Notes @ Snarkattack

Thank god for uni, I say (because people started to find me aesthetically passable, haha). I remember, in my second year of high school, there was a guy in my class who used to pretend to like me - we both knew he was just mucking around, it was cool.

Then one day, another classmate asked him “Do you really like her?” and immediately he said “Her? Who on earth would like her?”

I still remember the disgust in his voice.

However, it’s not quite as bad as the story in the following poem I’m about to post. Wow, even my ex never burnt me as badly as the object of affection did the girl in this poem. The only parallel I can draw is when DC first told me the reasons he couldn’t see me and I went and password protected my blog posts about you-know-what (well, if you know me well enough, you know what that is…). Up till then, I’d been fairly open about that aspect of my life. Apparently that will get me nowhere: society is not as understanding as it likes to make out.
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I ventured out today for the first time since I’ve moved house to go to the doctor - this druggie needs her fix, alas. It was quite a long walk - all up I spent an hour walking which was great (take note Katie!).

I noticed something that struck me as peculiar when I went to the pharmacy to pick up my prescription: at the front of the counter was a product display for yet another lip plumping product.

Lip plumpers seem to be all the rage these days which is funny because I remember a time when I was derided for my self-confessed bee stung pout. Can’t do anything about it - I have fat lips (or should that be ‘phat’, haha).

Of course it was back in high school, and I was a young nerdy band student (a flute player too which drew even more attention to my lips, groan) and I remember someone calling me fish lips. Apparently, having fat lips wasn’t in. It was just another one of many things I was picked on for. Funny how years later, things have changed so that no one in their right mind would hope for thin lips (no offence to those that have them - what nature has given you is beautiful, remember that! Truly!). I wouldn’t trade my fat arse pout for them, I confess. It’s been a long, long time since anyone ever remarked upon my lips being too fat. Actually, quite the opposite! Woo hoo!

I can’t sleep. I was chatting earlier in the day to a pal in Arizona (hi C!) in talking about her significant other, it reminded me a lot of my ex, who sounded similar in a particular situation and aspect. So I’m up, trying to sleep but not really getting anywhere. Missing one’s ex is very inconvenient, if not pathetic. Go on, I beg you to tell me.

I decided to try and deal with this constructively and write about a treasured memory.
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