“In an effort to get people to look into each other’s eye more, the government has decided to allot each person exactly one hundred and sixty-seven words per day. When the phone rings, I put it to my ear without saying hello. In the restaurant, I point at chicken noodle soup. I am adjusting well to the new way. Late at night, I call my long-distance lover and proudly say: I only used fifty-nine words today. I saved the rest for you. When she doesn’t respond, I know she’s used up all her words. So I slowly whisper, “I love you” thirty-two and a third times. After that, we just sit on the line and listen to each other breathe.”
The Quiet World, Jeffrey McDaniel
I’m itching to get back to Bloomington.
Among the first stops: a trip to Inside Scoop. The gummy raspberries and blueberries are my favourites, followed by red hots because I cannot resist anything cinnamon!
Oh tumblrs, how I have missed you all. I don’t follow very many people, so I really feel like I’ve gotten to know the few of you that I do follow quite well these past months. It’s a strange thing, lamenting that you’re missing out on the lives of people that you don’t even ‘know’ in the classical sense. I truly can’t wait to peruse all of your pages to see what you have been up to! (So do expect an influx of 'happyfrappy liked your post: …’!!!)
I had hoped to spend these last few weeks unsticking myself from what I can only categorize as a year and half long SCHLUMP. Thus far having failed to gain any ground on that one, I have found myself receding further and further into the depths of my own consciousness. In theory, it’s a good thing–spend some time alone, figure out what the hell my major malfunction is. In theory. In practice.. I can’t be left to my own devices for this long. I just can’t. Too much more of this kind of purposely secluding myself and I might as well change my name to Herman the Hermit.
GAH! I truly wish people I know in real time didn’t follow this blog, so I could speak freely of some of the things that have recently been fucking my life up, royally. (I know, I know what you’re thinking and I agree. There’s nothing that turns me off from a blog more than bitching and negativity, but these malignant thoughts really need to go somewhere) So instead I’ll continue scratching stupid journal entries and hope for some kind of release. It’s gotta let up soon.
I’ve been writing a lot of fiction, lately? (Shout out to subnormalreality and all your writer recs for the inspiration) Yeahhh. Just short little blurbs. But it’s nice. I wish I believed in English majors, because I really believe in the power of words. Maybe I’ll post some crap on this page, if I can stand editing it. Some of it is enjoyable, in a Tom Oatmeal kind of way. Most of it’s snot.
