Sunday, July 17, 2005

What To Do When There's Nothing To Do

Oh, you know you're in trouble when you catch yourself listening to "All the Umbrellas in London" on repeat.

It's both relieving and unnerving that some part of my brain has actually become convinced that if I don't write something down, in some way it's like it never happened, isn't happening.

Once early in grade school before manners and emotions had become domesticated, I walked right up to a boy who I'd been told liked me and asked if the rumor was actually true.

When was the last time I was ever quite so straightforward about matters of the heart?