Blog Inaug
Recently, I was digging through a box of old toys - slinkies, kazoos, silly putty; all those awesome things you just can't quite bring yourself to get rid of - and I came across an old journal. I remember receiving it as a gift from my great aunt when I was 8 years old; it was the summer my family moved from Palo Alto, California to Minneapolis. In the middle of Nebraska, even a pen and paper are a welcome distraction to an 8-year-old, so in the first few pages of the journal, I had left an eloquent account of the "stuff" that had transpired that week, including any notably "rad" or "yucky" details.
Turning the page of that little journal, the next entry, dated several years later, reads, "I've decided to start writing in this journal again."
The next page is blank.
So it is with great optimism that I christen this blog.
-K
Turning the page of that little journal, the next entry, dated several years later, reads, "I've decided to start writing in this journal again."
The next page is blank.
So it is with great optimism that I christen this blog.
-K
3 Comments:
that is the cutest story ever. yay! i'd like to think i had a hand in this madness. :)
yeah, a hand with a whip in it, you blog-slave-driver ;-)
Finally!
Good luck with this, K.
Here's a hint: Post more than I do!
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