Some of these are old, some are new. Seriously, if you guys get sick of seeing my scrapbook pages, just tell me and I’ll stop. It’s no biggie.
A big, big thank you to everyone who commented on my last post – I wanted to let you know how much I appreciated it. It was a tricky piece to publish, simply because it freaks me out that anyone who knows my name could Google me and find it… but that’s the price we pay for *art critic voice* creative freedom, am I right? It’s probably about time I got used to being honest with the world in general and not just presenting carefully chosen aspects of myself to different individuals. Part of me does feel pressured (by myself) to write in a squeaky clean, aspirational ‘profile’ way – the kind of way you would be happy to show future employers or past boyfriends – but that would be consummately uncool of me. Or, as a wise man once said, ‘Hemingway didn’t give no fuck about no Facebook’*. Besides, I’d probably be bored out of my face trying to keep that up. So thanks for all the wise words and acceptance. You’re an awesome bunch of women.
Oh and I almost got killed yesterday. I was walking on the pavement and a huge block of concrete fell off a high-rise and just about skimmed my hair, smashing into lots of golf-ball size pieces at my feet. I looked up to see where it had come from and there was a crow, pecking at loose rubble on the roof. How Hitchcock. I hope this doesn’t turn into some kind of Final Destination thingy. That would suck. Anyway, I’m psyched that I’m alive. Or maybe I’m not alive… maybe I died and I just can’t ACCEPT THAT I’M DEAD OH MY GOD!!!!!!! That totally sounds like me. Blogging from beyond the grave. Haunting the internet, a ghost trapped in HTML. That would be bitchin’.
*I may have been told that by an hallucination of F.Scott Fitzgerald that I saw once.