So. This is the part where I try to let go and be freer in my writing, because people are
making me suggesting it. It’s the part where I acknowledge that I’m excessively enamored with semi-colons, spot-on grammar and words like “superlative” and “languish.” It’s part of me, this illness, but I’m rebelling with all my meager will. From now on, sometimes I’m gonna settle for lackluster words, write horrendous run on sentences and misspell stuff. Or skip a paragraph break where it’s needed because I’m not in the mood to click enter. You know. Things like that.
Just for the fuck of it.
Also, it occurs to me, it might be fun to be random or tangential. So here goes.
Announcement: I don’t know what a hashtag is.
Once, in high school, I cut typing class. The teacher ratted me out to my mother, in a note with a typo in the first line.
I never got any male attention until my freshman year in college — a tiny, conservative school in Ohio. My freshman year, I slept with three guys — nothing by New Jersey standards, but very much something in the heart of Ohio. I assumed they ran in different circles, til one day I saw two of them eating lunch together. My reputation was in peril; panic set in. Did they know the third guy? What if their association was based solely on carnal knowledge of me? Should I transfer immediately, or wait til the end of the year?
Ha. An extra paragraph break. Bet you didn’t see THAT coming!
I think my cat’s a weirdo. It’s reciprocal.
My second grade teacher’s name was Miss Klitz. Suddenly, I’m thinking of Googling her, just to see what comes up.
I dated a guy who preferred fishing shows to sex. Maybe I should have put salmon oil behind my ears. ***Insert salmon icon HERE***
I’m blanking on a run-on sentence. Suggestions are welcome.
I must sally forth and do some hand-wash. I’m two years behind, which makes it difficult to dress appropriately for the season. I’m not gonna obsess over a cute or suitable ending. Except maybe to mention Miss Klitz again, cause that’s the kind of gal I am.
P.S. I just hit publish. I think I’m gonna be sick.