I’ve been going through my old Livejournal that I kept from 2004 – 2008 so that I could print a Blurb book of it and be done with it and it’s kind of a trip. I used Livejournal back in the olden days when I still believed that thoughts could be kept private on the internet and never imagined that people would use Google to find tasty morsels about themselves and others, so my writing was pretty candid and much more free and, I have to say, more entertaining that way. My favorite entry that I came across is from back in 2006 when I wrote:
I have had enough breakups of significance now to recognize definite patterns in myself. One of them being that I start to become the person I broke up with in a way to maybe replace them by embodying the things that I liked about them in myself. So I replace men I loved with me. Which is probably why I’m in love with myself. So anyway, I’m totally a gung-ho swing dancer now. I’m not super amazing yet but I catch on fast, and there are so many neat swing clubs in the bay area. My new favorite is this place called the Verdi Club in SF that looks like out of the 20s and has live swing bands on Tuesdays. There’s a pretty young crowd that goes there. I went last Tuesday by myself and was scurred that I would be a wallflower and have no one to dance with, but the people there are very friendly and they loves them some dancing, so I had someone to dance with on every song. I feel like someday I will be pretty good and if I run into Damien we can have a dance off like Britney and Justin and he’ll be like “OH! Slammed!” and I’ll snap my fingers in his face and be like “Yeah, bitch! Who’s yehoodi now?” and then run off with some guy in a zoot suit.
I’m posting this with the assumption and high hopes that still nobody concerned will be reading this. Probably not a very smart assumption, but enough time has passed that maybe now it’s funny, no? Maybe it’s just funny to me…
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