What if the literary version of myself doesn't live up to the flesh and blood version?
Wait. I'm awesome. What the hell do I have to worry about? I even have pretty shoes on. Are my words dishonest? Have I actively cultivated a persona that is not myself? The answer is no. But . . . but . . . .
Oh just fuck it. Enough with the blather. I'm off to have a bourbon and a good time.
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PS -- I stole the title of this post from my friend Rachel's blog.
Do read it.
2 comments:
:::waiting ever so patiently::::
you da bomb diggity. anyway, that's what it said on the bathroom wall at both cattyshack AND ginger's.
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