"When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth." -Kurt Vonnegut
Monday, November 2, 2009
I'm not sure if I can handle reading the blogs of others, though I would like to. It's sad when people are happy and it's sad when people are sad, so either way I just end up feeling badly.
Word. I feel like other people's lives lend themselves so much better to cohesive narration than mine does when I read their blogs. Which of course, isn't the case, and anyway, why do I so badly want my life to fall into a storyline? How boring.
Sorry, I feel like this is becoming a blog post in itself. I desist.
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Word. I feel like other people's lives lend themselves so much better to cohesive narration than mine does when I read their blogs. Which of course, isn't the case, and anyway, why do I so badly want my life to fall into a storyline? How boring.
Sorry, I feel like this is becoming a blog post in itself. I desist.
I like reading your blog though.
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