Some things I want to do before I die (in no particular order) :
- learn to dance properly
- go back to Venice, this time with either a guitar or a boy
- make a nondirected donation of my right (probably) kidney
- find the right paperback book and then rip out each page as I read it. I am not sure what to do with the pages — burn them probably or paint on them.
- learn to drink champagne without wrinkling my nose
- play guitar reasonably well
- become a woman of letters (I am not sure what this entails exactly)
- tell a large, elaborate, but ultimately harmless lie, and escape unscathed
- seize more power
- thoroughly impress someone
- become gorgeous
- write a quantity of very good poetry
- be referred to as “a photogropher”
- read enough books to qualify as an intellectual
- write and publish a memoir or an autobiography, or even a novel
- develop permanently excellent hair
1:08 am on Sunday, August 29th, 2004
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Baby steps, and an immunity to humiliation are all you need after you aquire the drive.
The drive is the hardest to find.
There are few things worth fighting for, this is one.
-mike would say hi/bye but he just left, hoooooo
i think you already have permanently excellent hair and are gorgeous.
From your daily entries, I think you’ve proven yourself a poetic and graceful writer. You use an economy of words that convey intellect and never escape from charm. I think you are a woman of letters and I am thoroughly impressed.
Benjamin Thomas Bramble
[ashot, you are lame]
ashot, on the other hand, seems to prefer forgoing the poetic and intellectual writing styles in favour of a more… direct approach.
I think my writing would be greatly improved if I did not allow myself to use ellipses, parenthetical comments, dfn tags, or emoticons. Sadly, this will not happen; my blog shall continue to suck, albeit with a spiffy new layout when it is reborn shortly.