As the years go by, I find that I care less and less about my birthday. I was feeling all morose about it, pushing thirty and all, until I went to Macy’s with my mother yesterday.
Strange place for an epiphany, you say. I agree wholeheartedly.
Anyway, I was looking for shoes to go with my bridesmaid’s dress, but we ended up in the makeup section. To spare you from a lengthy makeup counter story, let me just sum it up like this: the cute half-Japanese makeup artist was thirty-four but looked twenty-five, and she mistook me for eighteen, yet I’ll be twenty-seven next Monday.
I guess it’s not going to be that bad. Thanks, Dad, for your crazy youth genes.
No thanks, Dad, for the double chin.
While I’ve been needlessly obsessing over my age, Nick’s been waiting for grey hairs to pop into to mix. It’s funny how two people, so uncannily similar, can have such different viewpoint on things sometimes. I guess it’s what keeps things interesting, though.
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How Forcing Titles on the World Makes Belugas Cry
There are two things that I keep on telling myself:
- It’s not that bad.
- When it is that bad, always blame science.
In other news, here is my (admittedly terrible!) rough draft of my first portfolio, due next week.
It’s in PDF form. Please don’t keep it. It’s opening up in a new window for a reason, you know. Knowing that someone has it in its current state would be just as bad as knowing that someone had a sex tape. Well, not a sex tape. I’m sure you have those.
Um, but not like that.
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Okay, now it’s just awkward.
Prompt: You’re sitting a doctor’s office for your regular checkup, and the doctor walks in and tells you you’re pregnant. Write completely in dialogue — no adverbs, nothing more than “he said”, “she said”. Minimal action allowed. Focus on dialogue. Read more…
Prompt: You are forty-five years old. In the middle of making dinner, you hear a knock on the door. You open it and find your partner (in class) standing before you. “I took advantage of your fifteen year old daughter,” they tell you. In the piece, you never see the child, things about them only hinted at through objects around the house. Read more…
