Carrie McMillan@Tangents

Where are you? At home, underneath a cat.

What are you? A teacher, a writer if I think about it hard enough.

What do you make? Words. Pupils do things they don't want to do.

What do you love? My cats.

What do you hate? Dogs. Girls with perms.

What do you listen to? Anything Alistair puts on the stereo. (Mine is dead)

What do you watch? Too many soap operas. Kids throwing rolled up pieces of paper.

What do you drink? Stella Artois.

What do you smoke? Nothing. My body is a temple.

What do you take? The Pill. (even temples get damaged)

What do you believe in? I don't know anymore. (ever since I chucked the Catholic Church) (or maybe it chucked me)

  • When We were 16.

  • Where were you? Thousands of miles from where I considered home.

    What were you? Homesick, outcast, paranoid.

    What did you wear? So much black my dad said wash day was like an Italian laundry.

    What did you listen to? The Smiths, of course.

    What did you watch? Monty Python, oddly enough.

    What did you love? My mum's cat.

    What did you hate? Casuals, because they always chased us down the lane.

    What did you drink? Martini, even though I wasn't all that beautiful.

    What did you smoke? Nothing, and this was before the "my body is a temple" excuse.

    What did you take? My time finding a boyfriend.

    What did you want to be? A journalist, but I changed my mind.

    Who did you fight? Casuals, by running away, (quickly).

    Who/What did you believe in? Catholicism, because I was told to. My dad, because I thought he looked like Captain Kirk.

    Where did you go? To town.

    What did you learn? To leave.

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