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