20th
When is it time to get an anonymous blog?
Now?
I feel the need to write things, to get things off my chest, to share humorous stories in which I am the humor what with my awkwardness, etc.
Fuck me that I have to be all responsible and shit.
Who’s idea was it to got to business school? What puck like creature spit that thought into my mind?
I wouldn’t trade my experiences for the world, and of course, I never would have ended up in this state and town and then met my future husband.
And alright, maybe he’s worth the $150k in debt I am now paying for the rest of my life to my glorious school.
Off topic - someone actually said that I was smart the other day and by proving this she said, “You went to NYU” - which I find really funny. Cause I loved my business school but in my head I was thinking, “Well, I mean, I guess, we’re top 10 in some lists, but, I don’t really think we should use that to prove I’m smart…maybe some of my work in 5th grade?”
Anyway, I guess what I’m getting at right now is, I WANT TO SPEAK. I want to say many many things, because I am pissed and angered and embarrassed - a particular mix of emotions that often produces some of my best work.
I mean back in my single days, I believe my descriptions of j-dates were some of the highlights of my writing. So I can write all that stuff, hell I can even write about my fiance’s addictions (only while he’s addicted..after the drugs wear off he gets testy about that sort of thing - come on? Little addiction humor?), but I can’t write about everything.
Hohum…I’m considering it, but I’ve built up such a following of my 5 friends! How can I abandon you now?
Meh, how about a deep thought or two?
That might improve my mood or so.
