I want to make blocks. The sort children use when they pretend to be architects. My problem is that I know painting, but not carpentry and the last thing I need is yet another thing to obsess over and distract me from real life.
I am also sad that I deleted all my entries about cocaine use. I saved them on my laptop though. I've no way of putting them back up because I don't have internet at home--I HATE floppy disks. Not that I really want them to be back up, but come on. Should be heading home. Need to contact Bulford tonight. Christ, am drooping with exhaustion once again. Though haven't been sneezing nearly as much today. OK, I'm off, before I start to complain. There may be a survey forthcoming. (!!) I'm such a hardliner and I miss my bedsheets dearly. I believe I still have half a joint in my jewelry box. This fact alone may indeed help me.
Finding you via my good friend, The Internet, isn't nearly as creepy as what I set out to find in the first place.
But odd nonetheless....
omg, I am so totally looking up what you googled in order to find me. this is the best moment of my life.
"I really want to talk to you right now . . . .but. . . yeah"
I have to rape someone.
sorry.
is that what you were looking for.
damn hell yeah.
Posted by: caroline at May 19, 2005 2:52 AMHey Caroline! Like your blog. Want to do a small presentation in class on Tuesday? Just 3-4 minutes about your blog, what you like about it, how it helps your writing etc? Chris is going to do a short talk on his, too. Bonus points for class particip!
Please email me if you might be up for that. Rob
Good luck with that. I don't even remember the exact words I searched.
We should have coffee one day.
Posted by: Sarah Smith! at May 20, 2005 3:09 PM