Speak of the Spoken, Arianne

Once a week a man comes to the clinic I work at with a basket full of fruit cups! I knew he had just left because everywhere on people’s desk and counters there would be a fruit cup con chile sal y limon! And I would always ask where they got that because I love fruit cups! And they would be like oh this guy comes here every Monday or Wednesday selling fruit cups. I would be so disappointed because everyone had a fruit cup except me! And if you don’t know me, well I love fruit cups with lots of salt lime and chile!
So I would say to my coworkers, next time PLEASE call me in my office and let me know when he’s here! Weeks would pass and they would forget to tell me and the man selling fruit cups had just left the building ! But one time I finally saw the fruit cup guy. He had a carry on basket full of different fruits in a cup! I yelled out to him and said, fruit cup guy! And he laughed. So I finally bought a fruit cup and asked for extra salt lime and chile. And my coworkers told him I’ve been waiting for him and always want a fruit cup but my office is way in the back of the building. So he saw my love for fruit cups in my sparky lovely eyes. He said that he would come find me when he’s here.
So in conclusion everytime the fruit cup guy came through , my coworkers either came to my office or called me to let me know. I’m so happy they are aware of my love for fruit cups! Now I am always tempted to buy everytime.

Thank you fruit cup guy, I mean Juan.

Sorry if the name of my tumblr link offends anyone. I only speak of the spoke, Arianne the great, is genuinely real. 

I forgot about this.

 Must. Come. Back.

I wrote this 2 yrs. ago and it makes me laugh. I think even back then I had IT. and I still have IT. What is IT you ask? The author in me… is all is all.

What Women Want?

What do women want? What do women want. Let me tell you this, although I consider myself part of that race, of that legend, I know not a ONE true answer for this question. Because I know of thousands of answers that would properly hold fit for that question, I must give an answer generalized and capable of representing those thousands of answers.

They want a place. A place to call home. Where equality triumphs over unequality. Where they are not judged by what gender they happen to be but by what consists of their abilities. A home where they can be the best they can be without nothing to hold them back. With no preconceived notions of any sort. A place to call their own. A place to stand and actually belong. A place where they can set their own foot on the ground of society because they choose to and not because they were forced to. Although that seems so ideal or like a dream, that is what women want. Or so I think…haha.

Yes I actually ended that piece with a “haha”, but I still got a 100. How dramatic was that. But I’m proud to say I wasn’t dumb back then because sometimes I forget if I was even talented.

“God made woman beautiful and foolish; beautiful, that man might love her; and foolish, that she might love him” -Alexander Pope