five thousand shades of blue
Wednesday, July 11, 2001
Every day I pass the corner store on the way downtown, and every day I do a double take at a hand-printed sign that reads " IN REAR" because my brain reads BLDG as BLOG and thinks lightning-fast, "There's a blog back there??" Sometimes I feel like I have the memory of a goldfish... that little plastic castle is a surprise every time.
I hate feeling like I'm being mean or cruel, like I've gained a smudge on my soul to match the smudges under my eyes. But even more than that, I hate feeling like I'm under a pressure not of my own making. It's not a choice I like to make, but sometimes I have to. You know?
is
this just not enough…?
