See Enough and Write It Down

Bevan and I finally found some free time last weekend (read: needed a night off from Gilmore Girls) so we used it to dig into the Nexflix documentary Joan Didion: The Center Will Not Hold. At one point during the film author Joan Didion read a passage from an essay she wrote called On Keeping a Notebook. That passage has been on my mind ever since.

See enough and write it down, I tell myself, and then some morning when the world seems drained of wonder, some day when I am only going through the motions of doing what I am supposed to do, which is write — on that bankrupt morning I will simply open my notebook and there it will all be, a forgotten account with accumulated interest, paid passage back to the world out there...

Maybe that's the reason I've kept a blog for so long, to guard against those bankrupt mornings, to remember what it was like back then, what I was like.

Or maybe I just really like posting drunk airplane selfies.

Yeah, it's probably the second thing.

Dear Blog

Dear Blog,

I really don't have much to write about except that I was pretty grouchy at work today for no reason that I feel comfortable sharing with the Internet so I went straight to the gym afterwards which I've never done before and man was it cruisy! Guys were just standing around in the buff blatantly, nay, forcefully, watching other guys change in and out of their gym clothes and swimsuits which part of me thought was kinda hot and amazing but also, like, it's dinnertime, surely even perverts get hungry, right?

Speaking of dinner, we have no food in the house because we're leaving town tomorrow so my evening meal consisted of tortilla chips and a Skor bar (buy one, get one for $.25 more at CVS) which is probably why I didn't so much have to worry about any pervs perving on me at the gym.

Oop, the dryer beeped. Hold please!

Okay, I'm back.

I just reread everything that I've written so far and it's pretty evident that I had candy for dinner.

Oh, I bought two new pullovers with thumbholes in them last night from a store that only sells clothes for doing yoga in. I once had a pullover with thumbholes in it from that same store and I absolutely loved it but then I got torched at my friend Kelly's birthday party in New York in September and left it at a karaoke bar on Saint Mark's Place. I legitimately might go back and look for it when I'm over that way this week because I miss it a lot.

Alright, I feel like this entry is only gonna get more terrible the longer I keep at it and also there's a good chance that my face will peel off if I leave this Dead Sea Minerals Anti-Stress Clay Facial Mask (on sale for $3.99 at CVS) on much longer, so I'm gonna hit publish and go fold my clothes now.

Stay cute!


I'm a Stupid Bitch

I made a totally careless spelling blunder in yesterday's web log post that would've made Mrs. Dornbos, my high school English teacher, blow chunks all over her desk, so I'm grateful to my bestie Laura and her not-so-subtle text message first thing this morning for making said error known to me.

To the folks who may have received the aforementioned web log post in their inbox via email subscription, if you could kindly delete it and then set fire to your cell phone and/or laptop computer I'd greatly appreciate it.