It just started with a search string. Someone on AOL ended up on my blog with a set of words that intrigued me, so I looked where their search had led. It took me to some three year old posts.
And then I remembered The Sweet La's last month.
And I remembered remembering summer.
I found myself writing about Mr. X. In less than a month, I'll have known him thirteen years.
It took me to some feelossy-fizin. "Rejecting an ism, even knowing its actual face, because others find it ugly condones the perception of ugliness. "Yes, that is ugly - whoo - that's not me!""
And a nice thing Cute Shoes once did. Cute Shoes is a lovely and thoughtful friend.
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