Tuesday, January 15th, 2008
Freelance
I've been trying to get myself into so many things, so many new hobbies I'm just dying to wrap my fists around and press them into my fingerprints, that I have achieved approximately nothing. My hands just seem to dip into the bowl and come out dry. It is the reason I do not read magazines. What would I read? And if I do not read magazines, then what would I write? What could I tell the brides who already possess my most desperate wish, the tweens concerned with things that never concerned me, the interior designers who actually own homes, the parents and their children, the musicians who don't want to hear that I been on a three-year between-musics hiatus, the foodies, the romantics, the politicos, the meatheads, the connoisseurs of anything and everything? I've defied being defined for so long that I can relate to everyone on one level and nobody on another.
Replies: 3 Comments
garv said at 11:05 AM, 1.18.08:
you know, it's never too late to sign up for basketball...
jenna said at 11:00 AM, 1.22.08:
i wouldnt want that knee to flare up though
molly said at 08:50 PM, 1.23.08:
funny you both say that. today, i was interviewing the director of our campus gym for the school newspaper, and he actually said at one point, "let's say, for instance, that you play basketball, which i can tell you do." in which case, i'd choose being able to pass as a basketball player than actually destroy myself again any day of the week.
except saturdays, when i challenge you both to knockout.
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