Here it is and here I am: my daily attempt to remember that when I was between the summer of my fifth and sixth grade years, vacationing in Montana, I announced to my family members that I wanted to be a writer for a living. It went that way for a long time, until I started college and decided that I should be more interested in political sociology.
This is when the record player makes that sound.
Though I'm happy enough to know why Americans are so depressed, I wish I would have developed stories that I started in the mid-eighties, like Linda's Big Nose or Petting the Peeve. But in truth, they are probably best left to their yellowing pages of notebook paper.
Nowadays, I'm not the furthest thing from a writer (a graduate student), but I'm nowhere I imagined I would be (in Florida, dodging mosquitoes, Republicans, and Chevy trucks emblazoned with the stars and bars). Hopefully, that's something to write about...if not, I can always make goofy lists and brag about my awesome boyfriend (he's also the photographer that takes all of the pictures on this rockin' blog).
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