I want to write a story about a woman in our neighborhood who has these dogs and this routine, and it involves me but it doesn't. I get to be a bystander and a key player somehow, all at once. I want to write it all out but after a couple of paragraphs I froze, thinking about how to even tell a story. I mean you know how some people are just so good at timing and they weave the whole thing before you realize you're under it/it's over you? So I was thinking about how my story won't be like that — that it'll be [whatever]. Will writing it feel worth the time if it's not even very good? ++
I wore an outfit last Friday night that no one likes but me. And I liked it — the fact that no one else did, I mean. It feels like fighting back when I can wear something no one else likes, because I didn't come here to be liked, you know?
I hate The Nightmare Before Christmas. I need a place to be honest about this, and this is that place. ABC Family keeps playing it and I keep wishing on a pile of wishes that someone would please change the channel.
I used to be the kind of person who had to say everything — had to be the one who said all the unsaid things out loud. I needed confirmation that I was right — that what I'd seen or thought I'd seen was what we all could see, even if no one wanted to talk about it. So I just want you to know that I'm not that kind of person anymore. I'm the other side of that person. Now if it's obvious, I don't ever want to talk about it. I'm bored with it if the words come out. I'm bored with this paragraph even.
Also in the spirit of full disclosure, I don't give a shit about your pretzel buns.