Too Tumblr
So, I heard one too many times that my blog’s new template looked very “Tumblr.” I don’t have my own domain name to have my crazy project, this evolving memoir of mine, looking like a Tumblr site. I mean, I know the blog isn’t anything good now, not for a decent while, really, but still… it’s mine, my project. I’ve put years into this place, it’s mine. It’s not nothing, it’s something. At least, to me it’s something.
I’ll try changing this template, the parts that don’t work. The Italian comments and what-not.
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On the TV
So, in about six hours I’ll be on Showtime’s TV version of This American Life. It feels kind of surreal, during the filming that was exactly my life, but so much has changed since… it’s a little weird to watch the episode. I’m in such a state of flux, it’s odd seeing that me, frozen at that point in time. I like to think I’m changing for the better. I think I am, at least, I’m trying.
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Talking in the dark
I miss talking in the dark. I miss closing my eyes and just saying any small thing on my mind, her head on my shoulder. I miss whispering to her in the dark, softly telling her I love her, that I’m happy she’s lying next to me. Everything I say is said under the soft glow of a 17″ MacBook Pro, all in text, sometimes in a mechanical British accent. I can’t change it, this is the rest of my life. For the most part, I’m used to this new me, but not always… Not in the dark, holding her and wanting to say things the way I used to say them.
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