I love to write. I’ve always dreamed of writing at Vogue
(which will never happen) or recently at Vulture (which is at least in the
realm of human possibility, Vogue being reserved for the types of perfection
one has to assume is distinctly not human).
Plus, at Vulture you can write about everything worth writing about-
love, mistakes, the eternally weird concept of adulthood, without ever writing
about yourself. Instead writing about all who chose to entertain us. And I
guess herein lies my difficulty with writing.
How do I write about
what I really want to write about it without letting everyone else know what it
is I want to write about? Or, how do I tell you all about my relationship without breaking his trust? Or, how do I gossip about all the silly (but worth
it) mistakes I’ve made with boys who have girlfriends, or boys who are just
generally…mistakes, without getting in trouble? How did Carrie possibly get
away with it?
Well, I don’t know how. And I’m not going to tell you this
blog is where I learn, because that’s stupid. But here is where I’ll try not to
care- or more accurately, where I’ll obsess over every word to make sure I
don’t let you know exactly what it is
I’m trying to say.
While you’re here, let me tell you everything I choose to
tell you about myself. I live in DC, for
now, and I work in politics. I haven’t yet graduated from college, because I
was busy electing Barack Obama twice, thank you very much. I’m becoming a mom
this June, to a baby girl golden retriever, born April 23rd. I love
and am loved by wonderful friends and family and work every day to love life,
even when it’s hard (good LORD that sounds cheesy out loud).
And I am SO weird about my hair. You think you know people
who are weird about their hair, but you are wrong. I don’t care how much you
judge me, I will spend as long as I damn well please obsessing over it.
So, dear reader, welcome to my blog, which serves primarily
as a writing practice land for me. You’re welcome to read along.
By the way, today my hair is in a low ponytail. The bounce
is nice, but it’s in a ponytail so I pretty much hate it.
