right now, i could really just punch you hard in the face.
i'm not a violent girl, but in an instant, that could all change.

sometimes people just deserve to get punched right smack dab in the kisser. and you are one of those people and now is one of those times.

maybe it's the way you just kept on talking when i was trying to tell you something exciting. or maybe it was that you didn't care after the fact. or maybe it's the way you never close your mouth when you chew and i can't listen to a word you're saying because i'm preoccupied by the slurping and smacking and lolling of your tongue trying to spit out word amidst a sea of meaty debris. i've always hated the sound of chewing. or maybe it's your scent that makes me want to punch you. i avoid everyone who smells like you because i'm afraid that it might indeed turn out to be you, and right now, i just don't want to talk--unless, of course, you're ready to get your lights punched out.

i really do want to punch you in the face, partly because i think you deserve it, partly because i've never punched anyone before, and partly because i'll be amused to hear the story that you come up with to explain your shiner. it'll be a good one and involve you in some sort of chivalrous role, no doubt. only you and i will know that i gave you one good punch and made you stumble backwards, and i could tell by the look on your face that you didn't even expect me to say 'i'm sorry.' i guess we're even now.

you guys/y'all

i've started saying y'all (again?) or maybe i've never really said it before living in nashville. there's something about living in new york that is making me want to OWN saying 'y'all' who knows

all this to say---i think i've moved to tumblr?? or maybe i jump back and forth between tumblr and blogspot. i don't really know how to work tumblr but that intrigues me--so check it out http://whyioughtta.tumblr.com/

i'll write somewhere