n. infantile pattern of suckle-swallow movement in which the tongue is placed between incisor teeth or between alveolar ridges during initial stage of swallowing (if persistent can lead to various dental abnormalities) v. [content removed due to Bush campaign to clean up the internet] n. act of nyah-nyah v. pursuing with relentless abandon the need to masticate and thrust the world into every bodily incarnation in order to transform it, via the act of salivation, into nutritive agency

Tuesday, March 06, 2012

A O 10

So, I've set myself this writing task(... I've been thinking about it rather than writing so far...) where I describe the first time I met someone without referring to myself. And I realized just how self-centered I am!! Dude, it's hard to describe people who have mattered to me without talking about how they affected me, as if the only reason they are interesting and unique is because they did something that I took note of and felt affected by!

Anyhow, I dare you to try writing a piece that starts, "The first day I met you..." and then doesn't include reference to yourself.

Oh, and I've been laughing all day to myself due to an email sent to me by my beloved ER where she described the awesome spelling endeavors of my goddaughter. Kids are so perfect!

I promise to write at length this weekend about (a) everything you never knew you wanted to know about chickens, which I've learned entirely from books and so is entirely abstract at this point, and (b) my Chicago trip, and (c) all the friends I got to spend time with, and (d) the prevalence and recurrence of douche-bags or former douche-bags related to my douchey past on the streets/buildings of Chicago, and (e) how I alternate between fiercely loving NM and truly, absolutely wanting to wring her neck (ah, true bluff) and how this probably makes me a rotten friend sometimes.

Until then, parting is such sweet sorrow. In deed.
Comments:
I love your blog, it seems you can write down all the meaningful things you went through. Wonderful.
 
Thank you!
 
The first time I met Vibram Five Fingers Outlet, it was spamming a dear friend's blog with well-deserved, if vague, compliments.

There. No reference to me! Though I tried a version of the first time you and I met and I failed miserably. I truly don't think the exercise works when we try to write about people we love. Or maybe I'm just making excuses.

Can't wait to hear about your adventures in Chicago, m'dear!

xo Anne-girl
 
You're hilarious, my darlin'.

I never know what to do with well-deserved, if vague, compliments that may be spammed... they remind me so much of past relationships. So now I just say thanks. :)

I think it might be equally true for people you feel any strong emotion about, not just love. Not to say I've tried it with people I hate, but people I feel mixed emotions about, yes. And I tried it with you... damn damn damn, I ended up talking about me rambling on and on in my dorm room (fail) and you reading the first chapter of *Notes from the Underground* to me, which if I drop the last two words is not about me. Heh. xoxo
 
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