10:10 a.m. - 08.05.2005
Oi vay
I want to write in you, I really do. The problem is, we've changed. You've changed. Certainly I've changed. Ugh. I think a little throw up just came up.
Anyhoo, I'm gonna write in you, but it won't be like before. My current goal is to write in you not so regularly, but when I do, BLAMO! The shit will be good. I mean Velveeta good.
Soooo...*taps foot and looks around*...what to write about. Crap, day 1 and I'm tapped. I remember why I stopped writing. You're such a f-ing chain around my neck! Why don't you just die and leave me alone!
Wait. I didn't mean that. You're lovely and amazing, and it's mostly because you're me.
Here's a quick recap of the minutes from the last meeting before we can move on to new business:
I love love love Seattle. I hate hate hate Bush. Oh yeah, I turned 30 and I'm engaged to be wed. Damn, time marches on. I wasn't even looking and my Twenties and my Bachelorhood rolled over and died in the same damn month. AND.... it didn't bother me.
New business:
Since beginning this new entry almost 6 paragraphs ago, I've decided to dedicate this space to the posting of non sequiturs and snippets from my latest book, The September That Never Ended, available today in fine imaginations across the country.
Chptr 14, page 21:
Moving around the country is a lot like dating - the more you do it the harder it is to find complacency or a match. Your standards grow until finally nothing will suffice and the only attractive option is to keep on keeping on. Soon you find your life becomes just a collection of pretty faces set against some scenic skylines.