It just amuses me. 90% of the men I’ve ever known are entirely delighted by ladies in sweatpants etc. It just makes me giggle. If that’s not what you meant sorry it’s what came to mind. And it made me smile. So did the project I followed them on tumblr.
I like it when people express delight is probably what I should have said. It in turn makes me feel delight, and I giggle. Ugh I had too much sugar and can’t brain well today.
meanwhile, the squirrels be chillin’ in my backyard, with fig and persimmon tree, shingle roof for hiding nuts under, a tall fence, and a terrier to taunt
I’ll say. There’s not only a typo, they also double-tapped the sentences. Am I doing it wrong? Someone told me this was okay –>. <–
Seriously though, I didn't find the poem particularly effective. It's a topic I've thought about on my own, so the poem's directness didn't get to me like it might to some. I wouldn't say it's bad, just not for me.
What did you like about it?
some of these are pajama pants, not sweat pants
read the fine print:
*sweatpants broadly defined
Threw me off, too.
The funniest part to me is how amazing men think it is that women like to be comfortable. It cracks me up.
…wat.
It just amuses me. 90% of the men I’ve ever known are entirely delighted by ladies in sweatpants etc. It just makes me giggle. If that’s not what you meant sorry it’s what came to mind. And it made me smile. So did the project I followed them on tumblr.
Can’t speak for that 90% you know. But personally, I’m delighted when people feel comfortable.
I like it when people express delight is probably what I should have said. It in turn makes me feel delight, and I giggle. Ugh I had too much sugar and can’t brain well today.
Sugar is good! So is giggling!
Thanks to this link, I found my way to this very cool, not-much-Christmasy poem: http://www.meadmagazine.org/Bigalk.html .
people be always perpetuating the myth that poets hang on patios
That’s a chilling poem, isn’t it?
meanwhile, the squirrels be chillin’ in my backyard, with fig and persimmon tree, shingle roof for hiding nuts under, a tall fence, and a terrier to taunt
It was good until it turned on me. Then I morphed into a cranky toddler. I should be ashamed but I’m not.
I’ll say. There’s not only a typo, they also double-tapped the sentences. Am I doing it wrong? Someone told me this was okay –>. <–
Seriously though, I didn't find the poem particularly effective. It's a topic I've thought about on my own, so the poem's directness didn't get to me like it might to some. I wouldn't say it's bad, just not for me.
What did you like about it?
^ Squirrel Heaven Superintendent
few things could make my evening even better – searching out someone else’s typo is one of them – thanks Jermey hopkins
yep, that’s me
in my dream job incarnation
good lord, good grab, deadgod.