A girl that I know found my blog through a link on Jen’s blog. She wrote on my facebook wall
You are such a good writer. I didn’t think that I gave a shit about your stupid life, but you make it fun to read.
With compliments like these, who needs insults? But this is the reason why I am not worried about kids in my law school finding my blog. I am not that interesting. If people want to read about my every thought, be my guest.
I’ve been “interesting”. It wasn’t that interesting. The life I lived made for some good Sunday morning stories, but it wasn’t worth the emotional price I paid. Somewhere in my twenties I discovered being intimate with a lot of people made you intimate with no one.
I read a poem in the 90’s by Anselm Berrigan that spoke to me. A line went
I want to do boring things with my lover like turning the blender on low
I wanted boring things too. Who had I been trying to entertain? I wanted to change the sheets and go to bed early.
And since I am on the subject, being beautiful wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Take it from someone who used to be beautiful. I wasn’t as happy at 22 and 110 lbs, as I am now, standing naked in front of an open refrigerator door at 2 am.
Which brings me to the real subject of this post. Nothing in my life that has happened so far is a great as a 3 year olds birthday party. Check out the wild animals.