Saturday night blogging
Why look: I just posted about avoidance on this here blog and followed it with . . . avoidance! I did, however, “tell” one friend, who said I could always talk to him. Telling actually means acting so affectless and lifeless that I creep people out, apparently. But you know, I wasn’t pretending to be a-okay, which counts, right?
Today, though, I went out and did things, which distracted me, which was good. A friend asked me why I had a letter from McDonald’s in the back, and I said it wasn’t that, it was, and then I blanked out, and she accused me of being secretive (me? no way) but really I just forgot the word binder. One day I will finally forget every noun.
October 1st, 2006 at 8:49 pm
I know what you mean about the not-wanting-to-complain from two (three?) posts ago; I feel the same way. Wait! People know me! I have to present myself nicely again!
Or maybe that’s not what you meant at all.
Anyway, the reason I’m on this post is that I forget words All. The. Time. It drives me absolutely 100% insane, in the — see? I just forgot the word. I am not limited to nouns — hypothetical, totally extravagantly metaphorical sense of insane, that is. If you find someone who helps you with that, please, oh please, share with us. Well, with me.