It's "Encyclopedia of an Ordinary Life," and being that I'm so suggestible voice-wise, everything I say for the next week will be short and irreverent (but charming).
For example, just now. I got to 'B' in the book, to an entry about birthmarks. The author talks for a bit about her birthmark and how much she loves it. I remember that I have one. But I don't think I've actually noticed-noticed it for a couple years. I freak out-- Why haven't I seen my birthmark lately? What if it's gone? Could I have possibly lost my birthmark from some freak circumstance of tanning?
So I stand up, pull down my pants, and breath a sigh of relief that I still have a birthmark on my left leg.
Moments like this are wasted by being private.
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Is it wrong that I feel a sense of jealousy whenever people are showing there birth marks? Like somehow it validates there existence? "No, I don't have one. Yes, really. I've actually managed without for some time now." I don't think that it's wrong of me to feel this, but perhaps its a little irrational.
Are you sure you don't have a birthmark? I mean have you really looked. What if I told you you've just missed it? Would that drive you crazy? I can say that I'm glad that CJ rediscovered hers. It is a terrible thing to have lost your birthmark.
I've got to see if I can change my sign on, so I'm testing this now. Sorry to clog up your blog with my test...
Just me, checking back in to see if there is any Thursday entry yet. And learning how to use this new system.
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