Now that I have a forum for my angst, I've run out of things to say. That website is willing to pay me, wants me to write more about music and seem to be agreeable to the fact that I cannot do this unless it is in the context of my romantic dalliances. Accordingly, I've lost interest in music, love and the written word.
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I have spent an hour reading all your archives because they tickle me to no end. You should update soon so I can live vicariously through you. Maybe write a depressing boyfriend post. I like those.
Brandy | November 19, 2008 1:55 AM | ReplyThe great thing about writing is that you can just lie. Make something up!
Pam | November 17, 2008 6:28 PM | ReplyThe Carrie Bradshaw of Italo, some say
Aoife | November 17, 2008 3:43 PM | ReplyLook to your strong inner black woman for guidance. There should be fortune cookies that say that.
Also, I think you are forgetting the general rule of people being like icebergs. They are supposed to seem boring at first but interesting later. But maybe this is more backwards when the internet is involved because the secretly-I'm-deep-and-fascinating thing isn't sexy on the web. Need more anecdotal evidence from Lina before we can come to a decision on that.
Brandy | November 17, 2008 4:49 AM | ReplyThis reminds me of what you said about losing interest in people up close as opposed to at a distance. Is there a pattern here??
racheldecarlo | November 12, 2008 12:22 AM | Reply