Monday, January 02, 2012


A friend posted a link to a John Meyer quote that read:

"Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you're really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though I've got a few missing. It's ok though, because I've got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. I have a bit of a problem though in that I can only meet the 8-color boxes. Does anyone else have that problem? I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation.. so when I meet someone who's an 8-color type.. I'm like, 'hey girl, magenta!' and she's like, 'oh, you mean purple!' and she goes off on her purple thing, and I'm like, 'no - I want magenta!'"

ME: What am I???

FRIEND: 128 color; sprawled across the floor.

ME: LOL! Why I gotta be sprawled, though?

FRIEND: Because no box can hold you.

*smooches...enjoying a dose of truth*
it's hard being this fabulous, but it's my cross to bear. So I'll bear it.