I seem to vaguely recall mid-February as the season of requited and unrequited love. When did it become the season of heavy drinking with your fellow bachelory jerks? Or has it always been this way?
You have some romantic moment that left you feeling neutered, an instant of love that rendered you dull and powerless. Mine was someone who was beautiful, brilliant, creative and mischievous, in love with me, and coincidentally married with a nine year-old daughter. After the romantic blah blah blah comes the predictably bad ending, but last night I perused old letters and remembered suddenly that I'd taught her to write in code in case our ramblings were found. I'm not sure why we thought our secret code was so impenetrable -- I cracked it in about five minutes last night, and read lots of embarrassing and warm and ridiculous things that, at the moment, I imagine she's saying to someone else. So it goes.
So anyway, happy VD. I hope it's the best VD you've had in awhile.
And in other news, I've decided to run for president. My campaign posters will consist of a picture of me with the slogan, "This Mofo Is Your President."
I've decided that, given the choice between invisibility and the power of flight, I'd choose invisibility. What about you?
You have some romantic moment that left you feeling neutered, an instant of love that rendered you dull and powerless. Mine was someone who was beautiful, brilliant, creative and mischievous, in love with me, and coincidentally married with a nine year-old daughter. After the romantic blah blah blah comes the predictably bad ending, but last night I perused old letters and remembered suddenly that I'd taught her to write in code in case our ramblings were found. I'm not sure why we thought our secret code was so impenetrable -- I cracked it in about five minutes last night, and read lots of embarrassing and warm and ridiculous things that, at the moment, I imagine she's saying to someone else. So it goes.
So anyway, happy VD. I hope it's the best VD you've had in awhile.
And in other news, I've decided to run for president. My campaign posters will consist of a picture of me with the slogan, "This Mofo Is Your President."
I've decided that, given the choice between invisibility and the power of flight, I'd choose invisibility. What about you?
soph:
yeah, i'd like to do a few word exercises and whatnot with you... I am VERY shy about my writing, though, so maybe we can keep it fun and not-too involved for now? I never let anyone else read my words (fiction, at least), so I have zero experience with getting inspiration and feedback, etc. from others. But i would like to try.