--I STILL LOVE YOU, NEW YORK
…I’ve written five stories in the last
two days.
(Not bad. I’m getting somewhat productive again.)
I really like all of them, but, of
course, that might just be self-bias.
One I wrote was really disturbing
(shocked, aren’t you?) I’m not sure if
the editor will take it. I think the
subject matter is important, it’s real, and it shouldn’t be shirked, but I’ll
be surprised if it gets published.
I’m the featured writer next month at
Pure Slush, an online site I love, and an editor I really respect (he’s the one
who shunned my story, “Fashionista” because he thought the ending was too dark,
though he’s accepted more than a dozen of other pieces I’ve written.) I’m going to send him all five stories and
see what happens.
I can always write more.
Right?
…Social networking, Facebook—it’s not
real, and yet it is very real. People
say/write/type things they wouldn’t if they were speaking. Yet they’re often things they’d say if they
were uninhibited, drunk maybe, and so that sort of social networking sites, and
the people you’ve likely never met on them, real.
Don’t you think?
…Anyway, here are some of the latest
Facebook posts that caught my eye for whatever reason:
-Conversation
with my daughter today:
"Daddy, do you have a nipple on your face?"
"No, that's just a mole."
"Daddy, do you have a nipple on your face?"
"No, that's just a mole."
-To the
sixty-year old overweight dude jogging at the corner of Marsh and Haslett with
a tiny blue speedo on. Busy intersection, man, you're causing accidents with
that absurdity.
-The
person in the car in front of me threw three banana peels out their window and
I had a crazy Mario Kart 64 flashback/freakout.
-Says a recent admirer:
"You can sweat when you chortle, or snort."
-Itty
bitty bird fetus photos coming soon.
-Whatever nothing is made
up of nothing means it
-Welcome married
flirters!
-"I
hope that one day you buy every pretty dress you’ve ever wanted..i hope you
wear them and dance barefoot in summer and laugh..i hope you smile at all the
little things..like flowers..and the laughter of children..i hope you get that
tattoo you’ve always wanted..i hope you learn to speak french fluently..i hope
you go to paris and every single state in the US..i hope you never stop
singing...
-I don't
trust men who wear flip-flops.
-WAKE UP,
SHEEPLE!
-I'm going
to like you anyways.
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