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- And, immediately, 15 minutes after 8 a.m. - dreamboat's been back in town since late last night - half an hour talking to him this morning and the rest of the day thinking about it. Riding home on my bike smiling. Oh I can hear you shaking your heads all these miles away - stop. I've written something for a newsletter, it's hilarious, it might mean fame and fortune for me, but I'm dying of embarrassment because days after I submitted it I realized I used the same (idiotic) phrase in the article I wrote three years ago. I'm dying but I've decided to pretend I did it on purpose. If I ever submit another one I will of course have to use the phrase again. Just so people don't think I'm unaware, just so people don't think I didn't do it on purpose. Little dog and I need to go for a hike, I need to eat dinner, we need to hunt the second goddamn mouse we found yesterday. (So, seriously, when you go a few weeks without seeing this guy, when you finally do, it's like your eyes can finally exhale. Okay. I'll probably never write about it again.)
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