Monday, May 02, 2005 Freestyle
It turns out that I flounder and delete posts when I try to write directly about my life as it happens. This is the same problem I used to have when I was a child and I had no internet, and tried to write letters to pen pals. I only had one pen pal. She lived about 20 minutes away. I wrote her all these letters like, "Dear L_____, How are you. What are you doing now? I am in my living room writing you this letter," and I would try to continue the letter in real time. The letters ended up being short, mostly.
I feel the same way now. "This is what I did today. This is what I did yesterday." The funny thing is, I'm absolutely flying these days. I am. I can't write a blog much, because I am in space, directly over the moon, and I am ashamed write about that, kind of. I don't want to inx-jay any kind of good fortune, and I don't want to get as smug as I am capable of getting. I am already so smug, just day to day as a regular person. If I let it out now--Jesus. I don't know. I don't believe in jinxes. It just seems a little bit showy to go around saying one is happy, but one is, one knows.
It remains springtime on the internet. I have been going out, in very good company, and damned if I'm not going to keep doing that. The paparazzi are beginning to notice, and my doings are the talk of the beauty parlor. Up until very recently, my co-workers had imagined that I was doomed to be a spinster, no matter how many foil highlights they applied to my head.
My sister keeps asking me to write out this one story from a few years ago, but I'm not sure if I remember enough of the details that made it good.
Let's make a deal: if I get a good night's sleep tonight and blow off my obligations to make my own hair stylish tomorrow, then we'll see if I have time to write it out before work tomorrow. If not, cute story about pets, or: worse!!!!!. You've been warned. posted by Frenzy Lohan | 5/02/2005 11:31:00 PM
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