… and because I think it’s funny, I stole this entire post from the Lass*. Well, not the whole post. I cut out part of it, but still … hahahahahahahaha
I was in a bit of a funk yesterday – the big story is in flux again, I am having a dry spell in my freelance stuff and I was having a general crisis about what I’m doing with my life. So, as I often do in times of stress, I decided to clean. In going through old files, I found a bunch of my old diaries and journals and will be posting tidbits here and there for your pleasure. Most of it is typical pre-teen, teen and young adult angst but there are a few bon mots.
While leafing through the journals, I found a page recalling a phone conversation I’d had with my dad. I was out of college and in the midst of a job crisis and he had called to give me a little pep talk. During our conversation he told me he had a lot of faith in my writing abilities – “You are a very good writer and that’s a rare talent”- is exactly what he said to me. And while those whose knowledge of my writing stems only from reading this craptastic blog might disagree…it was a nice thing to read.
Crazy neighbor update: The dogs continue to bark, but they are now secured behind a six-foot fence. The neighbor stares out her window at us any time we come or go. That would be window that faces our driveway, into which she has placed a voodoo doll. Yep. Our landlady is a social worker and I know she has a soft spot for the downtrodden, but this woman is clearly in some kind of alcoholic psychosis. And again, I have to express my sincere hope that she doesn’t own any firearms.
And on that creepy note, I bid you good evening.
*This means that not only did I not write this post, but it has nothing to do with me whatsoever. I’m just a copy-and-paste little freak with an odd sense of humor 🙂