Since I got back from Miami, the drawl has been more pronounced.
"Drawl? WTF?" you say. "Aren't you like from Brooklyn, girl? Stop tripping!"
Yeah, I said drawl. When you're spending 2-3 months out the year traipsing in Carolina backwoods between 4 and 20, the byproduct is a bit of a drawl, aight? My speaking voice has always been a hodgepodge of random shit I've picked up along the way. I love to mimic. Right now, everyone's a "nutter" in Elisa's Londoner lilt or "mothafucka," all deep fried style. I may be vaguely Southern, but I'll never be genteel.
I'm jumping all about this week because I'm trying to reconcile the energy I had out of town with the in town responsiblities and happenings. I'm searching and destroying for spring -- getting rid of shit that just doesn't fit into my plans/mindframe, clearing some space, taking no prisoners. I'm a little prickly at the moment, but when am I not really? It's all about the transitions. Bear with me.
Posted by Candicissima at April 1, 2005 01:16 PM