it's a new day, but it all feels old (repost from myspace)

january 3, 2006:

Maybe you didn’t know, because I certainly didn’t, that harps are ridiculously expensive. Please be on the lookout for one that costs less than Egypt, cuz I really want one. I have this fantastical idea of playing harps at weddings for a few hours each weekend then lounging and volunteering the rest of the time. Really im desperately seeking something that will pay, and that I will neither dread nor loathe. No such luck so far.



If there were some way to receive monetary compensation for starting and then not finishing craft projects, then that would be the career path for me. I love trying new things. Love love love it. But Im not quite so good at following through. Or maybe ive just not found anything like I like enough to do all the time. Except eat sushi. That hobby’s working out quite nicely. If youre in the market for a half cross-stitched stocking, or a half-knitted scarf, or a half-painted portrait, then let me give you my business card. “Andi: she almost does a lot of stuff.”



And, to sum up: A cop, when pulling you over, will never, under any circumstances, compliment on you the excellent place you have chosen for the both of you to pull over. Doesn’t matter how appropriate nor how fabulous, he will not ask for your licenceandregistration then say “and I just want to say thank you for the thoughtful pulling over spot.” Don’t kid yourself.