and then i told her, "i'm the type of person who picks up a piece of licorice off the floor with his foot and eats it."
but what does that triple-salted metaphor amount to? i don't know. even if i did know, i'd forget it before i got the chance to scrawl or type it.
also, i think i've decided to start blogging more. this is nice.
back to my forgetfulness: i should buy a little book to write things in. however, my little book of telephone numbers gets misplaced so often that i don't know if i could manage having two little books.
i was toying with the idea of getting an answering machine as well. the kind i will be able to hear my voice instructing the caller to leave a message, while i am curled in bed (alternately, on the couch) watching josef von sternberg movies and slathering myself in cake batter.
"it's not that i don't want to talk to you, it's just that the chocolate i'm bathing in is hard to pick out of the mouthpiece of my telephone with a paper clip. leave a message at the beep."