gra-tu-i-tous |grəˈt(y)oōitəs|
{ORIGIN mid 17th cent.: from Latin gratuitus ‘given freely,spontaneous’}
adjective:
1. uncalled for; lacking good reason; unwarranted : gratuitous violence.2. given or done free of charge : gratuitous advice.
vi-o-let |ˈvī(ə)lət|{ORIGIN Middle English : from Old French violette} adjective:
1. a bluish-purple color seen at the end of the spectrum opposite red.
noun:
2. a herbaceous plant of temperate regions, typically having purple, blue,or white five-petaled flowers, one of which forms a landing pad for pollinating insects. Genus Viola, family Violaceae.
3. ME.
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Sunday, July 17, 2011

i'm verklempt! i will give you a topic-

"circumvention has nothing to with circumcision OR interventions..." 

"discuss!"

newsflash!!!
it has been brought to my attention that i am a rambler.
as in blahblahblahblahblah...
a circular talker.
a virgo.
a lady.

lady godiva was a freedom rider 

well, not exactly a lady, per se, but a female human person.

did you know that many women are known to occasionally speak in circles until they/we get to the point?
and it is also said that many human men are said to storm through an idea verbally, in the "a to b" style?
i was unaware of these gross generalizations, until this past week.
not one, but three men who are very close to me informed me about my little habit. 
or shall i say- our little habit?!?
yes, that feels better.

fuck you, long-eared jerboa,
i will sucker-punch you in your cute and tiny face.
watch your back, bitch.

i had always prided myself [falsely?] upon being a direct person. 
i speak clearly from my mind, or heart. 
directly.
or so i thought.
but last night- the straw broke the camel's back.
"violet, are you drunk?" one guy-pal asked me on the phone.

seriously, what the hell?

"no, are you fucking drunk?"

"no!
well,
it's just that you rambled on
soooooooo long
to tell me that
one thing
that..."

let's get the led out, shall we?


at that point, 
i stopped listening. 
i heard the word rambling.
enough said...
i stopped there.

ice ice baby, to go!

how dare someone tell moi,
that i,
blessed queen of communication,
of both word and free-form dance expressions,
am a rambler- a circumblahblahblaher?

go around

but instead of getting right back on the high horse i fell off of,
i laughed. 
after all, i did take 5 minutes to try and explain...
what was i saying again?
 i have no clue.
nada.
zip.

since i was a kid, i always loved this photo

but on the other hand,
i have been told by many past and present dearies, whom i totally respect and mutually adore,
that they love me for my rambling colloquialisms! 
so, in the greatest sense of the phrase,
i am a gratuitous violet. 

i love doug savage.
fact.

take me- ramblings and all!
and since i started this dumb pointless ramble, i forgot what i originally intended to blob about.

indestructible. 
blob.
you're welcome.

hi- my name is violet, and i ramble -
occasionally,
to the point of short-term amnesia.

where was i...?

and just so you know-
it took me 3 days to post this bullshit.
no exaggeration.
talk about round-about