I’ve recently started reading, “Theft by Finding” by David Sedaris. It’s a book containing his diary entries from 1977-2002 and it’s a wonderful piece of literature. I love David Sedaris, and he was already my favorite author before this book was published. The new novel just reiterates my decision.
I’ve found myself really stumped lately when it comes to my writing. It’s like, as soon as my fingers rest on the keyboard I have absolutely nothing to say. And then, just as soon as I was about to give up, David released that book and I realized I’d really been trying too hard. He’s inspired me to just write down whatever thought comes whizzing through my brain. It may seem like a jumbled mess, but isn’t that what thoughts are? Never in my life have I had thoughts that come across organized and labeled. My first entry is proof.
Today I came across a person named “Person”. How did the naming of that kid come about. That has to be the laziest name I’ve ever heard. Let’s name this person, Person. Poor kid.
I was looking at my weather app today and it read 57 degrees. The ‘feels like’ was 56. How could they possibly differentiate between one degree? Weather kind of fascinates me. I thought about it all the way to work this morning. Like, shouldn’t the ‘feels like’ be the most important. This could never happen, but let’s just say that one day it’s 70 degrees. But you walk outside, it’s freezing, you look at the ‘feels like’ and it reads 32. In that instance, the 32 should definitely take precedence.
Another thing that amazes me is how meteorologist still have jobs. They’re wrong 90% of the time. No other job in America could allow you to be wrong that often and you’d still be employed. Not only are they wrong, people treat them like celebrities. When people see Ed Piatrowski out, they freak out like it’s Brad Pitt and I’m like, ‘no motherfucker I don’t wanna meet you, do you know how many times I’ve been caught in the rain without an umbrella because of you’. Then I’d kick him in the nads. That’s just a fantasy of mine. Kicking Ed in the nads.
I once had a friend in high school who started putting stars in her planner for every day she had sex. It was cute at first, but then she became a real slut and her planner started looking like the American flag.