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July 29, 2009
Why donít I make myself a necklace out of seashells and marbles and fingernail clippings and braid my hair into two thick long braids that I'll wear over the front of my shoulders and prance around in a meadow barefoot and toe-ringed, and write non-rhyming long-winded poetry that I'll present to my boyfriend on our wedding day, hand-printed with ink created from a blend of my own breast milk, menstrual blood, and tears on handmade paper and sealed with wax lovingly made by the bees I keep in my barn? Why?

Because I'm not that kind of girl. Thank god.