and I think it's an omen:
on 09-09-09, I turned 22. Repeating numbers better be a trend this year or I will be very, very disappointed. I hope everything comes in pairs. Like .... I get two cookies. I get two slices of toast. I get two A's. I get two thumbs up. Two... paychecks? (ideal).
Unfortunately I wish I was 33 because trios are more interesting than doubles.
Two wheels on a bike. Two harddrives in my failed computer.
Sigh.
Two .... I dont know. I'm out of ideas.
In other news ... hm. I'm writing a great story you all better read when it starts selling like mad in a few years.
In two years? meh.
I'm uninspired regarding this blog. My poetry has been weird lately.
Grad school in general is just bizarre. I'm sorry you had to read to the end of this post. I miss San Francisco.
2 comments:
I'm glad I got to read the end of this post.
I love you so much, Kellie.
(even across the miles my heart feels kinship with yours.)
I hope you had a great birthday!
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