Paul Simon: Diamonds on the soles of her shoes /zimbabwe (via benbruch)
Another must right now for cheering up. I was raised on Paul Simon’s “Graceland” as well as Rod Stewart’s “Foot Loose & Fancy Free, and occasionally the Sex Pistols (my Mother’s soundtrack for divorce). Out of the three, I always loved Paul Simon the most. Unfortunately, somehow my young brain mixed up his name with that of the colorful Richard Simmons. As a result, all of my teachers and friends thought I just loved boogying down the pounds. I also had a habit of proclaiming my undying love for Elton John and my intention to marry him. I had no concept of sexuality at the time, just thought he was waiting for the right girl. I thought being that selective must indicate that someone is really special. So I presume I was known in elementary school as the strange, stick-thin girl with cottony white hair who loved exuberant weight loss videos, intended to marry the openly gay Elton John, wore strange colored sunglasses, and occasionally burst out singing “Hot Legs”. My circumstances and appearance have obviously changed since then, but I suspect that my level of normality hasn’t. I think it’s probably an intractable characteristic by now.