07 2 / 2012

I wrote postcards tonight instead of a blog. (Postcards, I’ve decided, are my new weird ‘crafty’ thing. Just writing postcards to friends. Bein’ old fashioned. I’m just an old fashioned girl. Whatevz. Oooo is that a needle point?) Anyway. I’m enjoying it, considering I spend a lot of my day staring at a computer being all sorts of modern to the point where my pupils dilate and I only speak in internet shorthand and acronyms. And that’s cool and everything, I actually really like my job, but there’s something about the kinetic aspect of pen to paper and the swirls and the flows and the dots of “i”s and coming to a full stop with a period and I’m sorry, but that’s romantic to me. Which is why if I ever get a tattoo, it’s probably going to be of the ink that inevitably is transposed onto my hand. I think I accidentally just wrote a Tumblr entry when I didn’t think I had it in me.

I wrote postcards tonight instead of a blog. (Postcards, I’ve decided, are my new weird ‘crafty’ thing. Just writing postcards to friends. Bein’ old fashioned. I’m just an old fashioned girl. Whatevz. Oooo is that a needle point?) Anyway.

I’m enjoying it, considering I spend a lot of my day staring at a computer being all sorts of modern to the point where my pupils dilate and I only speak in internet shorthand and acronyms. And that’s cool and everything, I actually really like my job, but there’s something about the kinetic aspect of pen to paper and the swirls and the flows and the dots of “i”s and coming to a full stop with a period and I’m sorry, but that’s romantic to me. Which is why if I ever get a tattoo, it’s probably going to be of the ink that inevitably is transposed onto my hand. I think I accidentally just wrote a Tumblr entry when I didn’t think I had it in me.

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