Nevergirl’s

On days when my day is all spasmodic and squiggly, I shouldn’t be let out of the house even if it’s to buy jewelry gifts (though on second thought, you may be better off buying this online because some stores allow an amazing degree of customization! Think rabbit charms, baby shoes, a cabinet-shaped jewelry box—and no, I kid you not!) or dog food, if only for the sake of self, neighborhood, and country.

I tripped in the street thrice today, ran into a door twice, and hit my knee on a table leg more times than I care to remember. Then, on my way to the drugstore, I got splashed with slushwater by a passing tricycle or an overzealous puddlestomper—at least that’s what I assume happened because really, how else would you explain the dirty blothes on my dress? Unless a very low-flying, mud-bearing bird decided to defy the laws of physics just so it could shat on my dress.

Today, I am wearing a very ugly seafoam-green top. It’s a color that I usually avoid because it makes me look even more sullen, greenish, and furtive than usual. Aside from its snugliness, this top has no redeeming quality at all and should only be worn by those who want to transform from a human female into a patch of moss. But then again, who am I to cast aspersion on lichen? This is an absolutely useless entry and I am typing it out only for narrative closure (and by the way, isn’t this word sound gloriously pretentious–narrative closure?).

The truth is, I haven’t written anything in a long time—a form of suicide Ernest Hemmingway will tell you. If you don’t use those writing muscles regularly, they atrophy, and then you will end up like me: flopping and flailing in the middle of an Open Office document, at a loss over what to type next. It doesn’t help at all that I am middle-and-end-challenged, and thus absolutely incapable of ending posts the right way.

So, let’s just pretend you do not think all the paragraphs in this entry are crap and try not to wince over how disjointed and awkward everything sounds. Then, come back to this blog after 10 years. I should have learned to write better by then. Merry Christmas, everyone!

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