So it appears that in times of crisis I do the following:
-Eat biscuits that I bought to present as a gift to someone (who is not me).
-Walk around in circles making puns TO MYSELF. ALONE.
-Dust off my deserted and poorly-named blog.
The crisis is as following:
OH MY GOD I'M MOVING IN WITH MY FRIEND BUT I DON'T KNOW WHERE TO START WITH THE PACKING WHY DOESN'T THAT GUY AT FOLLOW UP ON THAT OFFER OF BEER THAT HE ONCE AWKWARDLY MADE WHEN I WAS OFF TO A DATE WITH SOMEONE ELSE WHO IS DREADFULLY BORING AND ONLY WEARS WHITE T-SHIRTS WHAT SHOULD I DO WITH MY LIFE WHERE ARE MY STOCKINGS WHY IS IT SO COLD WHAT SHOULD I CHOOSE FOR MY MA I MISS MELBOURNE WHERE AM I GOING TO STUDY WHERE AM I GOING TO TRAVEL TO NEXT. Etc.
As for the poorly-named blog....I didn't ever expect to have any commitment to it past Vietnam. My boyfriend at the time said it was a stupid name. It is, but well WE ALL MAKE MISTAKES KIDS AND NOW WE HAVE TO GRIN AND BEAR IT (at least two of those mistakes are acknowledged in this paragraph).
In any case: goodbye Ulica Zelazna (Iron Street). Your spiteful stove and vermin have been good to me.
Love,
Paulina
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4 comments:
Well, *I* still read this poorly-titled tome. And Melbourne misses you too.
But I have no idea where your stockings are.
hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi!!!!!!!!! I MISS YOU!!!! WORK MISSES YOU!!!! i am still there and we are having a STAFF CRISIS! dude, you wanna come back for a few shifts?!
when are you coming BACK?! i want me some tea and scones and high-larious conversation! or, alternatively, will you be in the uk or canada around this time next year?
Honey, I refuse to feel bad about your having a personal crisis that leads to more writing on this blog. I'm sorry, but that's just the way I roll.
I do wish I could bake you some biscuits, though. Maybe I can bake them, and eat them for you?..
WELL?!
Don't taunt us with visions of blog resurrection and then abandon us altogether. It's so much crueller than when you just didn't write.
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