Mascara Rivers: Laughing, crying. Living my life.: Prisencolinensinainciusol

When I was four years old, I refused to go out in anything but a blue and white maxi dress with an apron, a cobalt-blue pair of suede Adidas Gazelles, and long black streamer-like ponytails; one could safely say that I was a diva, maybe even fashionable…and definitely a character living in the homogenous and traditional suburbs of Minnesota.

Although I enjoyed fishing, horseback riding, trapping leeches in pickle jars at the pond across my home, and having filthy fingernails for every year of my childhood, I quickly learned that the Midwestern accents and Meat-and-Potatoes values that seemed to germinate everywhere where not for me.

I knew that the world was big and filled-to-the-brim in certain parts with people just like me…and from an early age, I was determined to find out where.

I hope I never have to leave.

Mascara Rivers: Laughing, crying. Living my life.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

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Days of My Life:

Mascara Rivers