An Exploded Elephant Barbecue
I've decided that I'm going to start typing some of my emails in metered verse. Tonight I replied to a friend's invitation in iambic pentameter, for example. This is probably all just a feeble attempt to recapture the insanity of my college days. I've made a lot of friends here, and they're all great people. But I really miss having friends who weren't so...well, normal. Tia was lamenting that she's yet a year to finish at college and she's already beginning to miss it. For those of you who are still living out those wacky days, live it up. You have a LONG LONG time to be a boring grownup, don't rush it. I've only been out less than two years and already I'm fighting not to lose my edge. The real world dulls your mind VERY quickly. Keep it unreal. I'm off to go grocery shopping then go to bed. Blech.
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Had a rather long talk last night about how my forwardness and wanting-to-be-huggy-friends-immediately makes some people uncomfortable. I didn't want to consciously "repress" any more of my personality than I already have (the negative stuff...you know me...). The suggestion was that I merely tone it down to avoid offending people. I figure I'll quiet down some as I get older. Anytime you need a good dose of crazy, give me a call.
Your fey friend,
Tia
I know.
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