Peace, Love, and Mittens

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When I look at my hands, I see tiny scars and broken fingernails. My nail polish isn't a cool color, and most of it chipped off a week ago. Nobody will fall in love with me for my hands. As I sit down to play the piano, though, I remember why it's all worth it.

P.S. I still won't forgive you, though, Aaron Gibson, for recklessly swinging about your hockey stick in gym class and leaving a permanent mark on my knuckle. Unless, of course, you and your foreign accent have grown up to be dashing and gorgeous. If that's the case, scar call me anytime.

P.P.S. Should I put my GrandCentral number on my contact page? Is that weird? Will you leave me adorable messages when I'm too afraid to answer your calls?

Fuse!

Fuse!

I would probably leave obscure and bizarre messages like that one about having chocolate smeared all over the place or those polymorphic sausage blossoms. FNORD!

d

d

grandcentral number? as in, the bar? so confused.

James

James

I'm confused about the grandcentral no. too.

You play the piano, that's cool, I'm always so impressed by that. By the way that photo on the right...kinda scary.

Rachelskirts

Rachelskirts

Fuse! - Then I am definitely at least giving YOU my GrandCentral number.

d - I am so dumb for not posting a link in the entry. GrandCentral.com. Sorry, everyone.

James - The photo on the right is titled "Scaryskirts." I haven't taken a good smiley picture in a while, so a goofy picture had to suffice. :\ I should get a sweet pic of me playing piano. That would rock.