Monday, December 15, 2008
Krystal Seko, In the Photo Booth
It's true that in order to train myself for my first kiss, I had already practiced various techniques on my pillow and hand, but nothing quite prepared me for the battle of tongues that was about to ensue. It was like two wet sea animals flailing around inside my mouth, sometimes poking, sometimes flopping, sometimes frantically moving as if desperate to escape. Besides the occasional change in the tilt of our heads from the left to the right and back again, the rest of our bodies were motionless. Our efforts were so intensely focused on the struggle inside our mouths that we didn't have the capacity or skill to consider doing anything with our hands simultaneously. After about 5 long minutes, I’m pretty sure my tongue surrendered in order to let my lungs get some oxygen.
Monday, December 08, 2008
It all started like this:
First I saw ma and pa kissin away and my reaction was far from horray. Guess who I saw next? Snow White! So I thought this kissin business must be right... THEN I saw it on t.v. a gal and boy kiss kissin and I felt that's what I might be missin. It didn't stop there NO SIREE. Two little birds were makin it a habit outside on ma tree! It seemed like the whole world was lockin lips, where was I in all of this? So I ran outside as fast as I can, grabbed Mr. Roger's grumpy face with one hand and kissed'em! I was so happy you can't believe, I ran back inside filled with relief. That's it, that's the story of how I got my first kiss. I gotta go now, Mr. Rogers wants to go for a walk...if I can find his leash!