https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J2OLBhVua5c One of my favorites by one of my favorites.
Rallying.
In high school, I loved pep rallies. There was something electric about all of us gathered in the gym, screaming for the basketball team or the football team and the loud music and the cheerleaders and all of that. Never mind that in four years of high school (and college, too), I never attended one …
A Different Prism.
Never mind that he's Mr. Darcy, for heavens sake, so of course he would feel that way about reading, further convincing me that he's perfect. Never mind that. Let's focus on the fact that not only is he a walking dream, but he's also right. Whether powerful novel, evocative story, thrilling poem, thought-provoking essay, or meditative …
Zelda.
so I’d like to believe that you were his Daisy Fay, holding him at bay, until all that could glitter could finally become gold. and for a time, you and your pretty egg were the toast of the town, flapping around, drunk on your jazz and roses. but you forgot, didn’t you, that such things …
The Boss.
Last night, a friend invited me to join her for Motown: The Musical. So well-done, first and foremost, and such a great opportunity to reminisce about how those incredible songs have been with me since I was a child. What a wonderful journey. But above all, above all, the musical reminded me of my enduring love for the woman you …
The Three Faces of This Square Peg.
All the emotions in the span of the day. Or everyday, really, give or take. Grumpy, Somewhat Smiley, Eventual Smile. (I really need to exfoliate/moisturize my kissers before putting on my lip shade. That's Currant by MAC, by the way. Great for the autumn/winter months. It's just the lip pencil used all over.) All right. Onwards, upwards, …
The Mild African Woman.
My name is This Square Peg, I am an African Woman, and I cannot eat spicy foods. {Moment of silence} It's weird, right? That when I eat anything spicy I see my life flashing before my eyes? It's been like this since I was a wee lass. (Apparently, I'm also Irish.) I have memories of my …
Level: I’m Not Ready. (And Neither Are You.)
That's where the fangirl level has landed. I'm neither ready nor can I handle this. (Awesome pictorial courtesy of Tumblr and Rhapsody Magazine)
25.
I haven't appropriately discussed my permanent spot before the altar of Adele, have I? I briefly mentioned her in this post, but no, you are not yet aware of This Square Peg's endless devotion to this young woman and her overwhelming ability to cull forth emotions you didn't even know you had through the power of song. …
About your Author.
So how are you? Blah. Yeah, me too. So blah that I forgive you for doing this infernal question and answer thing again. Yeah, you must be really blah to actually be forgiving. Even that bit of sarcasm is ok with me. Sigh. What's wrong, pussycat? I'm blah, but you seem a bit more than …
This Square Peg. 