Well, I started a blog… I’m a blogger. I’m blogging off. Heeeere’s to blogging! May
the blog be with you. Once upon a blog.
L’chaim.
…
Now what?
I’ve kept a diary since I was 14. I also happen to be one of
those people who thinks out loud… for good or for bad. So, this shouldn’t be
too hard.
I guess I’ll just start by telling you what to expect in
this blog: Absolutely nothing. Some posts may be funny, some may get you
thinking, some may be idiotic, some may be fictional, some may be poetic… but
they will all be honest.
Today’s post doesn’t count as an actual post, since setting
up the blog was enough productivity for one day. Instead, I will share a short
story, or what was going to be the prologue to a short story which I never
ended up writing. I wrote this on September 29th, 2009:
Puddle
Sparkly rain-colored feline-like eyes gaze into a deep
puddle reflecting teeny glistening stars against an enchanted blue-black night
scene filled with dark chocolate lovers and lazy, lusty adventuresome night
owls who hoot and soar into the wild, serene, tender darkness.
A shiny leather business loafer steps into the puddle scene,
its owner says “shit” and walks on.
Tear-sized droplets of puddley water splash onto her
silk-stockinged stilettoed legs, dampening the fabric slightly.
Still looking down at the puddle, she blinks, takes a deep
breath, lifts her right ruby-toed leg up slowly, then suddenly stomps down into
the puddle with all of her might. BAM! Her face is now covered in
water, her short black hair is dripping, her eyelashes stick firmly to one
another. She laughs and stomps again. And again. BAM. BAM! The teeny
glistening stars leap onto her buttery cheeks, the dark chocolate lovers
embrace each sticky eyelash, the night owls dance in her now-wild hair.
She leans her head back,
eyes open wide, and laugh-howls up at the curious sky, loudly, now louder,
until the laughter turns into a cry, a cry to a sob, the tear-sized droplets of
puddley water blend with puddley-droplet sized tears.
