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Saturday, July 27

Ben just discovered I have a blog, and was wonderful enough to realize he shouldn't read it.
2:15 PM | permalink

The president of my company asked a co-worker to tell me my arm pits are smelly today. Pure comedy.
2:09 PM | permalink

I want a dog. I want to name him Otis. I want him to be a yellow lab.

I want my husband to relax. I want that little crease between his brows to slowly disappear. I want him to wear sunscreen.

I want to own my own home. With a garden and a clothes line. And a room to write in.

I want a good credit history. And the security that goes with knowing I can pay every bill that arrives in the mail.

I want to travel the country and the world whenever the urge hits, finding creative and lucrative ways to make money.

I want health insurance. I want unlimited yoga classes.

I want a spinning wheel and a sheep and some angora rabbits. I would not pluck the rabbits, even though that is the best for fibers, I would clip them.


12:21 PM | permalink

Everybody loves ice cream. -link
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8:38 AM | permalink

He seemed just the same (though, thankfully, a bit more grounded and coherent), I was curious to see if he was with the same girl as last I saw him, about five years ago. I quickly discovered they are still together, and have a little girl. And they were married last August, one month after Ben and I married. It seems strange how my life can run parallel to those I loved once, though I am now out of touch. (Though of course, getting married and having babies is not that unusual for people in their early twenties.)

One thing I read on his blog struck me. A single entry from a day last August. A single sentence, in fact:

"Not writing is not an option."

Why does it take an old boyfriend to give me a kick in the ass and make me sit down and finally set things down? It doesn't matter, I'm just glad somebody did.
1:27 PM | permalink

I'm trying to remember why, exactly, I went searching for him. I was at work, it was slow, I was on the web, tired of compulsively surfing back and forth between my hotmail account (mailbox still empty), my bank statement (holding steady at about $300), and my 401k statement (still dropping). I printed out some recipes for mexican food, and started fooling around with Google. And he's really the only one of my old boyfriends who would show up on a Google search. (He's a bizaare mixture of 19th century philospher and 21st century tech nut. And I don't mean that as a complement or a put down.) And he's one of the few people I know whose name would not bring up thousands of people who are not him, so I thought, what the hell. And within about ten minutes I was reading his blog.
4:52 PM | permalink

I performed a google search on my first lover this morning and found his blog. So here I am.
2:30 PM | permalink