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Rumba pants on the brain

March 25, 2010

Instead of a tightly coiled, colorless soft mass of tangles, neurons and scant amount of fluid my brain-as of late- feels like a pair of rumba pants. All sticky-outy, cute but slightly embarrassing and unflattering to all other aspects of my appearance unless you are JUST looking at my ass.

Uncomfortable to sit on, constantly aware of the bulkiness of it all. Rumba pants are all jazz hands and rim shots without any real ability.

As the ruffles bat their lashes at you, pay no attention to the woman behind the panties.

“A ruffled mind makes a restless pillow.  ~Charlotte Brontë “


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