i'm happy/freaked out? to report that most of these hold up. except number 5 is a distant memory, thank goodness.
from March 2009:
[My mind perpetually makes and re-makes lists. It's like a running scroll in my poor tired brain.
I came home last night from a great evening, a little sloshy with beer, and wrote these things down:
One--I'm a writer, for better or worse. And the people who've told me that they like my writing all provide the same reason: because I often write in a stream of consciousness and in random, fanciful phrasings. I'm a big ball of abstractness, mind you, and I hope people can live out the mayhem in their own head through some of my words. There's value in that.
Two--I'm not ashamed to like pop culture. I totally dig it when people get excited about things--a movie, a song, a brand of shoe. Culture binds us all together. And just because it's "popular" doesn't mean its inferior. To note, though, I do despise: action movies, video games, and avatars. This all might be mostly because I am a woman and have been conditioned this way. Just kidding. Oh, gender norms rapping on the door again.
Three--I love to cook, but I hate using recipes. Why conform to the measurements of others? Ha. Except, when baking, you kind of have to. Unless you're a genius.
Four--I google everything, effing everything.
Five--I started having nightmares about notecards. It's the comps thing. I've lost all short-term memory and all sanity at this point.
Six--The sight of newly-painted toenails in a sandal...oh heaven.
Seven--I can drink coffee all day any day any time just watch me.
Eight--I have to work at being a good conversationalist. It doesn't come naturally. And that's a holdover from my reclusive, Jane Austen-reading years.
Nine--I have no idea where the rest of this year is going to take me.
Ten--You know what? The only thing that turns me on more than sarcasm is brutal honesty. And yes, I mean in men.
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