On the night of October 28 Tuesday, Snow White and Sleeping Beauty came together in an adventure. They found themselves wandering about in the Dungeon of Needles. Staberella left her markinsgs six times in the delicate ears of Sleeping Beauty. Snow White held her hand and watched in wonderment. When they were free to leave, they journied to a place of hamburgers and milkshakes. An evil wench served them their meals. Sleeping Beauty was kind and sweet, but when the wench turned her back, Snow White scowled at her. After they had replenished themselves, they returned to the Silver Carriage. Snow White was feeling ill and Sleeping Beauty suggested that maybe the evil wench was actually the mean crone and poisoned her milkshake.
'Take me home so you can rest. Your prince will come.' Sleeping Beauty's voice was soft and soothing.
'Okay.' And so the Silver Carriage whisked them away to Sleeping Beauty's kingdom. And Snow White went home to her forest and fell into a deep sleep.

Snow White is running through a forest that is hers but at this moment feels so unfamiliar. Her midnight blue black hair is tangled, her legs are cut up from unfriendly rose bushes and her eyes are sore and cheeks are cracked from letting the tears fall like her own personal waterfalls.
Why must there be other princesses before me? Why does it hurt to know that?
There were princes before him, so why should it matter?
Because she no longer felt like the fairest of them all.
Snow plump. She thought to herself.
She knew how Prince Beat saw her: beautiful, soft milky skin, enchanting emerald eyes. But she didn't understand it. She felt that her breasts were akward and her tummy too full. Her eyes always looked sad to her.
His love wasn't to the fullest, why? It used to be. She didn't know what was wrong.
It was because she didn't love herself to the fullest. Snow White was unsure of how to accept who she was. She was always rushing, always wanting to grow up, be 5 years older, 5 years down the road. Not here, not now. She didn't want any other prince, but she didn't want to know of princesses before or possible princesses after her. He's not ready. She's not ready. Fear. Always fear.
It will be this fear, this jealousy, uncertainty that will turn Snow White into the Crone.

As I was stuffing envelopes and watching the Matrix today, I asked myself a question: How do you know when someone really is the one? Do you feel it in your bones? Feel it when you kiss them, when they rub your feet without you asking, when they look over at you and smile? When you are laying bed next to them, their soft back facing you, shifting with every breath they take, is it then that it hits you the strongest? And when you scoot closer to them, gently wrap your arms around and kiss their shoulder, you can hear them give out a sigh, see the shapes in their face change into a smile.
But what happens when you start to doubt it? Does it mean that it's not true or that you're not ready? But with this doubt usually follows reassurance, getting you right back into the cycle thinking they are the one.
Maybe it's because I've been watching the Matrix films all this weekend that my mind is trying to be philosophical. Or maybe since I'm about to bleed, my emotions are just going whacko on me. But whatever it is, I can't shake this "the one" feeling.
Maybe, just maybe he really is....

Imagine a girl with black and blonde hair. Two stars adorn her upper and lower lips. Her eyes are tired from lack of sleep or too much sleep; she hasn't decided yet. After tossing and turning, holding every so tightly to Pinkerton then pushing him away, she decides to move into...the living room. 20 more minutes of restlessness, she wraps herself in a blue starred blanket pretending she is an Egyptian princess incognito escaping the confines of her marble palace. After a difficult journey through a carpeted hallway, defeating the 3 headed rabbit in the laundry room, and sludging through the tiled mountains of the bathroom, she plops her sore, exhausted body down in front of a safe haven: a computer screen. It is here that she has created a new blog. It is here that she will post her musings, rambling and inner most random thoughts.
Blogger, you are my one and only.