Live on Carmit, Live On

Second day as blogger. Frightened to show other people, even J. Have possessed the most lovely lap top in store. Young teen age girl had hands on it and it felt like a violation. Hopefully her father advised her against it. After the comment, " So what makes this so special?" as she unfeelingly turned it's precious little swivel head ( I could hear the screams so piercing in my ear) I knew immeditaley she was not worthy. Hopefully Carmit and I will bond together in the days ahead. We will write endless compositions together, as one whole entity. We will let our imaginations soar over the blue pond and dream of European danishes. Scarves and Italian leather bags. We will inspire hundreds of those young adults with their thirsty little sponged-minds.

And we will choose to ignore Chelsea's spelling errors. We are not perfect. Machine and human. Let the relationship begin.

The First Words

I almost have nothing to say. Perhaps it's too late on this lovely Friday evening. I like Fridays because I have two days where I don't have to be at work. I realize they do not call work "vacation" and have somewhat accepted ( half-heartedly) that these two words do not have the same meaning. I have to stop complaining. A truly great thing I've been waiting for for five whole days has happened today. The little intricacies of life are what make life worth living. Even if it does involve inanimate objects in all their pristine glory. bowl.