Never Eat An Apple That's Just One Color

Hey hey all. I have twenty minutes to kill so I thought I would update this silly blog.
I finished Harriet the Spy ages ago and now I am reading A Farewell to Arms and Rose of No Man's Land. Harriet was grand, of course, and now that I'm all old I can catch the sapphic undertones. You see, the writer, Fitzhugh is a lesbian and Harriet is too, as much as an 11 year old could be. Ole Golly has some idioms which you could apply to anything, but really "there are as many ways of living as there are people in this world" and such are fairly clear.
I'm not the only one who thinks so!
http://purple-socks.webmage.com/socks.htm
http://jezebel.com/363208/harriet-the-spy-iconoclastic-american-lezebel-icon
I turned 20 on Tuesday and though I am no longer a teenager, I've been having a grand time.
However, like a teenager, there have been a few songs which feel like my LYFE and I've been listening to them over and over. Such as Flesh Canoe. I pasted the lyrics too because I think they are poetic. Love Avey Tare. But that is his wife on piano. Whata bitch.

"Young red bird theyre just natural feelings
i cant keep from changing my brains bending my wants with my rights are my friends still half right and should i keep them seperate from me its unclear then i get a cold can i get a light theres a certain type of easy pace thats what we need to make it..

come in close i trust you your nose dipped in my sweat it dripped on your beautiful sweater kind of nice should i really lie with you i never know when im on my own are there more important things to do then kiss or sleep today we gotta wake up...

then i talk to your breath and we enjoy the air and i creep on your chest to the hut i have where i pluck a few notes on the strands of your hair and im singing to you what to do if id ask you to make funny faces with me in the mirror of the bathroom.

know your next you make me feel alright are you just like me never gonna pick one kind of fruit like a mushed bannana on your tooth and you like the sting of the cherry juice never eat an apple thats just one color

young red bird theyre just natural feelings like walking off to ride my bike or just bump into you i havent seen you in a week or three days though it really bugs me its nice to find new ways to smile i keep thinking that when you feel sad you cant pout cause what this songs about is me singing im just wondering what to do with you myself and me naked in the mirror of the bathroom"