4. Traffic stops for me because I’m cute. So I cross the street at times when other, more cautious people would not. I haven’t gotten killed yet. Therefore, I assume that my theory is correct that I can stop traffic. And that I’m adorable.
5. When I was younger, I used to write myself to sleep at night. I did it every night for a whole summer once when I was in middle school. I had a lot of late nights that summer… And also did a lot of great work. I had notebooks full of paintings, drawings, sketches, poems, and the like. It was lovely. I was quite proud of it. I’m much more creative when I’m sleep deprived. Turns out, my cathemeral nature and inconsistent insomnia can be put to good use.
6. I don’t go out into public in pajama pants. I just don’t. Even in college. I never once went to class in pajama pants in four years of college. And I attended a WOMEN’S college. Who was I trying to impress? No one. I just really didn’t feel comfortable wearing those things to class. Living in Rome probably tainted me against it, as I always had to dress up for class there. No one wears jeans in Rome.
Friday, November 2, 2007
Insomniacs Can't Stop Traffic in Pajamas
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Hey hey hey now...what makes you think I'm talking about you? And you're right, I think we passed the horrendously awkward phase pretty quickly. I have no ill will and I'm not terribly lonely, that's the thing...I think you missed my point about the coupling of those two comments. Strange and cosmic, that's all. Call me. We'll talk.
To My Readers - The previous comment was left by my ex-boyfriend Michael (ex #2, if you're counting) because of a comment I left on his blog. We ended up finishing the conversation over the phone, and I didn't want you all to be confused as to why I wasn't responding to this post. (Not that anyone is actually going to read this or care...)
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