[In which our heroine gushes about being nice to other people, because you never know.]
Recently (I feel like I start lots of posts with “recently,” but really unless I specify a time frame further in the past than “recently” it’s all probably “recently”… but I digress), a person (if only it were a shell) said to me, “You have a nice collarbone.”
In that moment–an otherwise unremarkable one–I could have thrown myself a party. Or kissed said person. Continue reading
[In which our heroine sheepishly returns…]
Um, hi guys. Yeah, September was a long time ago, sorry about that…
Enjoy this video while you forget about how mad you are at me for disappearing…
So anyway, things are gooood… Not too much to report…
Except that Christmas happened, which of course means that my birthday is soon, which means that I’ll try to write a pithy post about having a birthday in January or reaching a certain age… We’ll see what I come up with. Good to be back, though.
[In which our heroine wonders why she just can’t forget some embarrassing stuff that’s happened.]
You know how embarrassing things happen in life, and you think in the moment that you really want to die, but then you don’t die and so you’re forced to live with the memory of what you did or what happened and it’s locked into your brain for ever and ever?
No? Nah, me neither.
But for those of you out there who do harbor these types of memories–why the heck can’t we get rid of them? Continue reading