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Proudest Monkey

I Have Written

1. On paper. 
2. Lines on a blackboard.
3. On windows.
4. Run-away letters.
5. In the sand.
6. Perfect tests.
7. On Post-Its.
8. In Baby Books.
9. On a calendar.
10. The alphabet. 
11. With lipstick.
12. Advice.
13. For Your Eyes Only letters.
14. In a car.
15. Songs with Rob.
16. My Mother's name on absent notes.
17. When I was bored.
18. In a Slam-Book.
19. Only one break-up letter.
20. Sitting on a snowy hill.
21. My own version of In Flanders Fields.  How disrespectful.
22. About a unicorn.
23. My first published poem in Grade Three.
24. Answers to other's scribbles in bathroom stalls.
25. In telephone books.
26. A novella on a one night notice.
27. Red.
28. A cheque only three times.  Cheques might teach me responsibility.  But I kinda like my cash only attitude.
29. Harlequin.
30. In my first journal.  It had The Smurfs on it.
31. Mock love letters with Ian.
32. On a pair of shoes.
33. In all CAPITALS.
34. The Box.
35. The story that passed a friend into the next grade.
36. At The Duck Park.
37. To a Jolly Green Giant.
38. On skin. 
39. A list for for the grocery store.  Many times.
40. Six opinions to newspapers.  Each one got printed.
41. A poem with Aaron.
42. In French.
43. On my front porch.
44. 101 Signs He May Not Be Mr. Right.
45. In Quebec City.
46. The perfect song for Faith Hill.
47. An IQ test.
48. On wet paper.
49. Laid Back Reminders.
50. A website for a boy.
51. Sealed letters to my children.
52. A hundred page book report.  Hey.  I had a lot to say.
53. About John Lennon.
54. A letter asking for money to my Grandmother.
55. On a wall with spray paint.
56. Under my blankets at night.
57. An orange book full of poetry.
58. To someone in jail.
59. Rent receipts.
60. Love letters in a bar.
61. My name on college applications.
62. Notes during class.
63. Underneath Weeping Willow trees.
64. The wrong phone number on purpose.
65. Comments on fabulous blogs.
66. Half a novel until there suddenly appeared a movie so much like it.  Grrr.
67. A letter I never mailed to my cousin Jamie.
68. Most of our Grade Six Newspaper.  The Extra! Extra! ROLL YOUR EYES, PEOPLE! 
69. Porn.
70. One time with friends.  Scandalous.
71. Half a song five months ago.
72. To my Aunt Sue.
73. A letter to the government.
74. To The New Kids On The Block.
75. Me, Cindy and the Pens.
76. On a picnic bench with my house key.
77. About the devil.
78. A speech on sea slugs.
79. In thousands of notebooks.
80. A published poem about a wolf.
81. In Carolyn's yearbook.
82. C.J. Babb's poem in a journal.
83. While I baby-sat.
84. In the covers of most of my books.
85. With too many pens to count.
86. A song about my daughter.  She hates it.
87. Thank you letters.
88. Reviews.  For lots of things.
89. A song to the tune of There Is A Hole In My Bucket with Krista.
90. Poems I have let other people put their name on.
91. Laying on my stomach.
92. In a journal since Grade Two.
93. Hockey Night In Canada.
94. Through other people's eyes.
95. On hospital forms.
96. A really nasty song about my Mother and kitchen sinks.
97. Linear equations.
98. On cardboard.
99. To almost everyone I know.
100. What I have to write Friday and Saturday a million times in my head.
101. Not half of what I was meant to write.

Feel used?

Do not.  I am a writer.




Comments

Esther said…
"101 Signs He May Not Be Mr. Right" is brilliant!!!

I wrote this morning in bed, for the first time :)
The Writer said…
At every chance I get....

...otherwise I swear that my head will explode. lol
AJ in Nashville said…
Well *I've* written my name in the snow...you know, without my hands? (...well, I did have to use them...but not directly).

TOP *THAT* MISSY!

:)

And, no...Thank you Q...
Phoesable said…
oh my, Q. I LOVE this list. I could roll myself up in this list and sit for hours contented just that it exists.
Moon_1178 said…
Queenie!!!!

It is Wednesday, July um... 2789th. ( ? ) Okay, I don't know. The 29th today?

I am "internetless" (if I can make that a word). I move into my apartment on September 1 and hopefully internet will be on my top 10 list.

Yes, I am coming back. When the world ends, there will be cockroaches, Lean Pockets, and my blog.

Miss you lots... (damn, and I have sat here for 10 minutes trying to figure out how to slide the word 'jettisoned' into my post and for the love of George, I can't!) *wink*

~Carissa
Phoesable said…
and... I've been thinking about this overnight. I LOVE the TITLE. You are just plain great.
Queenie said…
Carissa! I am so happy to see you out here and cannot wait until September to see more of you!

Phoebe.
Thank you.
I say that to you a lot. But you make me smile and smiles should be rewarded with thank you's.

Q
cbeck said…
Dave Matthews has a song called Proudes Monkey. You might give it a listen sometime? ;)
Queenie said…
;)
Look at you everywhere.

Q

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