Tuesday, August 10, 2010

coping mechanisms

What we need to do is develop a mantra of some sort.  You know, like they have in movies about traveling pants and sisterhoods of things and in and around movies about book clubs having any or perhaps everything to do with misinterpreting Austen novels and reading then pretending to be in books about traveling the world, eating its many frozen treats, then staring coyly and bemusedly at those frozen treats in the expectation that at any minute, you, in your travels through your mind in this book club in this movie at any point in reality, could be photographed while just sitting on a park bench and being adorable.  They have mantras, don't they?  Like Hos before Bros?  I don't want no scrubs?  If you like it then you should have put a ring on it?  Pull and pray? 
spirit animal..

1 comment:

Carrie said...

I thought of a mantra on the train this morning, but I've since forgotten it. Too bad, because it was a good one--unexpected, whimsical, and pithy. something like "we are winning at growing up."