Wow, its been a minute since I started this blog and I’m just now making my second official entry. Funny, I had so much fear about what I should write and how long and how naked according to my beliefs I should be. None of that seems to matter tonight, I guess that’s why I’m entering.
Tonight’s topic: don’t you love how receptacles (electrical socket) take the form of a surprised face. I guess that’s what happens when you stick something metal inside of them. Haha.
My sister and I did once. We lived in Costa Mesa, California and she was ‘round four and I was two. We decided to play car. After organizing some books and pillows around us, she positioned herself in the front seat and I in the back seat. Her dash board was the wall, her ignition was the receptacle outlet, and her wheel was a play driving wheel that made sounds when you turned it and had special musical horns. Only one thing left to do…start’er up. Although I can’t remember what we used as a key (a real key or a butter knife) I do remember sparks and smoke and tears.
When I sat down about 15 minutes ago to write this, I had no idea what I would write about. It could have been Egypt, corporatization of schools, my new marriage or any other host of serious and on-my-mind topics. However, when I looked up, straight in front of me, I saw a receptacle that seemed to be staring at me, surprised I saw her and daring me to write about her. “You’ve been entered receptacle, somehow though you still look surprised I did it.”
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