words...

i wrote so much last week that i used up all of my words. i didn't even have any of my nonsense ones left, so you know it was bad. by friday, i was blurry and foggy and really only interesting after a glass or two of a lovely riesling. and by interesting, i mean only to myself.

i'd gone on a long run. it was the first day of chill and the day after i'd met all my deadlines really really well, and i was smiling. until the cold air hit me. remember where i broke my nose? right there went the air like an ice pick. i don't know what an ice pick is, but it sounds like something that could stab you deeply between your eyes and ice up the left side of your head until you bend over dizzily on the side of the road.




passers-by probably thought i was exhausted from running. i was just trying not to spill my stomach. you say tomato, i say tomato.

{have i ever told you about my favorite talent show entry of my entire life? a guy auditioning for a broadway show, asked to sing this song. he'd never heard it before, so imagine how hilarious the first reading would be! am i alone on this one? say no. say you're giggling, too.}

i've got to get myself fixed. the left of me is killing me.

anyway. back to interesting conversations. i enjoyed many this weekend, and it was nice. {ummm. have i ever told you i'm a writer? sorry about that.}

mémé is beginning to be interested in being interesting; she is now conscious of adding substance to a conversation, even if it is a lie. among this weekend's gems are "if you're about to sneeze and yawn at the same time, the yawn will always win." maybe. "my teacher said i shouldn't come back to school. ever. i've met my potential." doubtful. "her mom's pregnant. she is." awkward. "i don't think you can come to my birthday party. my mom thinks your mom is weird." ugh.




speaking of interesting - or lack thereof - i'm thinking...thinking...of branching out beyond all-black clothing all the time. my closet was so dark this morning that i actually stomped my foot and declared "i can't see any of my clothes in this dark!"

mémé and pat looked at me like i was crazy. and then she said "you can't see black in black."

truth.

what color should i choose first? i'm thinking charcoal. is that not a bold enough leap? what colors are you wearing...will you tell me? xoxo. also thinking of going gold. i! know! who am i?!