The Black Hole
...where thistles threaten and daisies dance
After thinking about my last post, I've revised my thankfulness plan.
There are a few unfortunate manifestations of the language barrier. Having lived in a country where I could barely speak the language, I know some of the awkward nuances, shocking ramifications of mispronunciation and the unwillingness of people to laugh when they think you're incapable of speaking their language.
As a young, single female who has suddenly found herself craving books and wine and her couch on weekends, I've noticed myself in fewer and fewer situations wearing lipstick and a good pair of heels. So how is a girl supposed to meet any decent men while lounging in her own living room? Not that I've ever been one to go on "the prowl", but it seemed this past weekend's adventures proved great fodder for contemplation and analysis. Grasping at straws you say? Good men and Guns 'n Roses? Well, why not?
I thought I was okay with cancer and death for a minute.