If I had a license, I’d go the other route to the airport, not the way my husband takes.
If I were a tea rather than coffee person, I’d do Darjeeling.
If I were a man, I’d probably be a worse slob than I already am.
If I were a novelist, I’d spend less time describing the landscape, and the pale, pink, amorphous light that falls on the landscape like a malnourished drunk.
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You are so obscure and random and probing. This is why I keep coming to your blog.
Very witty. Just a thought, maybe change the second 'the landscape' to 'said landscape'.
I am grateful that you are none of those things.
I originally said "landscrape."
Slur!
Sadly, Sarah, I am most of those things. I have a license and I go the way your husband goes. I am a tea person and I do do Darjeeling. Assam too. I am a man and I am becoming a worse slob than I already am. I am a novelist in the sense that when people describe things to me or present ideas I am likely to say, "how novel." On any given day I can be malnourished. And the pale pink amorphous light usually comes from the dingy winking fluorescent light that falls on the seedy landscape of the bars I frequent. smile
Oh, happy new year to you gal!
Remember - life is lived before the "if"...not after...
Wishing you the best in the new year, Sarah - looking forward to reading more of your words...
- J.
I am becoming a worse slob than I already am.
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