Never title something that doesn't yet exist. Someone suggested this about babies, too, and I think it's what i'm going to do.

The word 'I' is inducing a lot of guilt.

I've been reading a blog. She's like me in all the ways that I am not. She's apparently in a mess, but I would give something to be in the same mess. She's screwed up in all the ways that I naively envy.

The tendency to idolize is creeping up again. It never lasts for long, because I've learned, but only superficially. I hope it happens soon. I'm waiting for something.

What is it that God wants? [as it were]

And how do I understand people? And what qualifies as lying to myself? If I don't know what's really true, can I ever be honest?

I'm dragging. In every way. Emotionally, spiritually, physically, hygienically, figuratively, literally..

Did I stop caring about people?

I need to vote. And stop getting new clothes. And figure out what's wrong.

In the beginning there was...

A bad beginning indeed... I'm not particularly inspired today, just wanted to start a blog. Therefore, this first post isn't going to contain any grand aphorisms or shocking epiphanies. Maybe a little vignette-vinagrette de moi-même would be fitting.

Lately my ambitions are to start drawing nudes engaging in such activities as cooking bacon and splitting firewood, to wear less and less makeup every day, to find more Frenchmen and Frenchwomen to converse with, to figure out what is my moral philosophy, to find a pair of leg-warmers, and to learn to love my legs! And that was awkward, not to mention cliché.

But there it is! I've made a start. And, to end with words better than my own...

He may be mad, but there's method in his madness. There nearly always is method in madness. It's what drives men mad, being methodical.
~GK Chesterton