Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but
what you’re really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the
sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though
I’ve got a few missing. It’s ok though, because I’ve got some more
vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. I have a bit of a
problem though in that I can only meet the 8-color boxes. Does anyone
else have that problem? I mean there are so many different colors of
life, of feeling, of articulation.. so when I meet someone who’s an
8-color type.. I’m like, “hey girl, magenta!” and she’s like, “oh, you
mean purple!” and she goes off on her purple thing, and I’m like, “no
- I want magenta!