laughing a song

Hello, abandoned blog.

I haven’t totally given up on you (just mostly). The darling Joshua Love and I are trying something new. Short Stories with Often Tragic Endings.

Maybe you’ll like it.

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Oh hi, Tuesday,
I must say, you were pretty strange all morning, and you’ve definitely put me in a strange mood. Granted, Tuesday, it may not be entirely your fault, but probably is.
I woke up from a bizarre and awkward dream (and no, I won’t tell you what—that’s how bizarre and awkward it was—sorry), which I guess we can blame partly on Monday. Then, I stumble, in confusion about my dream, only being half-awake anyway, into the shower, only to find myself using the mint-scented conditioner instead of the vanilla! Now, this may seem trivial, but smelling one thing and expecting to smell another can really throw a person off, okay? Next, I hear Bill Murray read Emily Dickinson, which is awesome (don’t get me wrong), but coupled with an already strange mood, Emily Dickinson read by Bill Murray may leave one feeling just a little peculiar. Arriving at the Starbucks, I realized something completely out of character—I forgot to put on about half of my makeup! Putting on makeup every morning is a routine that I’ve been indoctrinated in for many years now. Tuesday, why are you different from the last three-thousand days of my life? None of which, I assure you, have I ever forgotten makeup. So I get to work still confounded and also a little self-conscious about my unfinished face, and find myself compelled to constantly check my email, knowing full well nothing very exciting is likely to happen via email today, but I just have to.
Tuesday, Sept. 21^st, I’m pretty sure I won’t see you again for a while, but that’s okay. You should know that I don’t hold your strangeness against you, because I’m sure you’ll make the effort to be more agreeable next time we meet.