No, not my so-called life, which I think I've been living for some time now, but the big one. The mind-blowing, the very special, the sobering, holyshit I finally figured it out-life!
And I guote:
"Radical change, the kind that gives you a shot at a second or third chance, has always been my favorite fantasy"
(Wendy Wasserstein, from "the me I'd like to be")
And no, I didn't just happen upon a relevant quote when reading a relevant text, or did I? I bought this silly book over the weekend that I've had my eye on at B&N for days now (To-do List), and found said quote, among many other mind-bending little gems, therein. The subtitle reads, "what our lists reveal about us," and me being the obsessive post-it note scrawling fool that I am, was of course considered wooed. Courted. Whatever. It's been a while, forgive.
But what, exactly, defines radical change? A year ago today I was in the throes of ambivalently dating a perfectly good guy, losing my beloved bartending job at a beloved NYC bar, and trying to surmise exactly how fast I could get out of my lease with my "persnickety" landlady (a EUPHEMISM, at best) and make my way back Home. Now, right now, I am taking a stab at a day job, I spend most evenings propped up in bed with a book after three beers, and I hug and kiss my mother every day. How's that for radical? Or rad? Dunno. I cherish these current affairs and yet, and yet! I feel as though I'm scratching the surface of myself.
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WELL...your picture looks a mite transvestite-ish, but your words are smart and true and beautiful, but is that a surprise? of course not.
I kinda like the Annie Lennox brunette look myself. And I'm looking forward to reading about your Belgravian life. One question though -- what exactly does a faux-librarian do? Retrieve imaginary books?
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