I want to date a creative. Well, actually, I don’t want to date anyone. But I want to get to know/make out with/fall for a creative type. It’s been such a long time since I’ve been with a musician and I don’t think I’ve ever been with a writer. That’d be incredibly interesting to try.
Kyle and I kissed for the first time a few days ago. I am finishing a piece about it. It will not go on the blog.
I’ve been recycling men who I have already been with. The parade of old flames continues through this weekend. Lately, I have no desire to meet anyone new. But I am actually kind of dreading the prospect of seeing the several exes in town. I have an irrational fear that I will run into one while with another. But with
three four five of them in Boston at once, this might not be so irrational.
I am going to take one self-portrait a day for a year as part of the 365 Days project. Deleted my Flickr account though, so photos will go on here. Today’s is a window reflection of me in bed with Eeyore. You can see Linnaean Street right below me. I kind of want to take a picture at the exact same time everyday to capture whatever moment I’m caught in. I wonder how feasible that would be.