Friday, January 2, 2009
On Being Dysfunctional
I know I'm messed up. I come from a dysfunctional family created with the help of organized religion. But, I'm dealing with it. It's the folks who think they have it all together that you have to watch out for.
My friend says, “Dealing with your stuff is good. It means you can add and subtract stuff about yourself?”
“Well, I dunno about that. Sounds kind of like a Potato Head, I replied. "Add a nose, remove an ear, change the eyes, turn the mustache upside down.”
There are some days I would like to add or subtract a few things. My friend wants new boobs. I'd settle for some nice looking eyebrows. I could trade some belly fat for them.
(2009)
My friend says, “Dealing with your stuff is good. It means you can add and subtract stuff about yourself?”
“Well, I dunno about that. Sounds kind of like a Potato Head, I replied. "Add a nose, remove an ear, change the eyes, turn the mustache upside down.”
There are some days I would like to add or subtract a few things. My friend wants new boobs. I'd settle for some nice looking eyebrows. I could trade some belly fat for them.
(2009)
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