these are my two truths (as of late).

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1. i've been feeling a little low. for a little while now.

2. and i've gotten myself a camera.

somehow these two things are related. and while i'll expound on the connection at a later date, this post is just to say...

turns out a good camera can make a girl feel pretty darn good.

beautiful, even.

and when you've been feeling a bit blue, that's surely something.

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book club: second book

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it is officially march 20. which meant i officially woke up to a phone call from my bank that my account had been overdrawn (all those silly first of the month automatic withdrawals {not to worry i quickly corrected it}). and more importantly the second book club meeting is officially 20 days away and i haven't even announced the book (i'm a disaster).

so here goes. we discussed a few different titles at the last meeting, but we didn't put it to a vote so i'm gonna claim executive power and pull one from left field:






the paris wife by paula mclain

my reasoning? okay:

1. set in paris

2. in the 1920's

3. told from the perspective of ernest hemmingway's first wife (hemmingway, history, and a love story?)

twenty days is not a lot of time to read a book. i apologize. but that being said, even if you don't finish the book i expect you to get your little bum in gear and attend the next meeting.

march 20, 3pm

email me at wilybrunette@yahoo.com for the location.

ps: we will vote on the 3rd book at the next meeting so that i'm not tempted to invoke executive power once more.

question: for those who like to follow along at home is there some way i can make this whole experience more satisfying for you?

just a thought.

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a little grimy

once upon a time not so very long ago i dated a man who should have made me very happy.

and he did.

sometimes.

but sometimes in the cool darkness of another day done i felt a low, rolling sadness.

deep and soft.

it was my friend angela who pointed out what a big thing that was. i would go on and on about all the reasons i should like him and all the reasons i was struggling in the relationship and she'd kinda look at me from out the corner of her eye and say: but you're sad when you're with him.

and that would be that.

the end of the discussion.

sometimes i wonder if that's what this city has become for me. a place i should love. a place i work hard each day to convince myself that i could love. when truth be told, the city makes me sad. a low, rolling sadness.

deep and soft.