Elephants are Different to Different People

* I am a beautiful woman of God.
* I am Haines, and you are Steven Dedalus.
* I am Harriet the Spy.
* I believe in possibilities.
* i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
* I dance in my car.
* I fall in love every time.
* I know my vampires.
* I make allusions to everything you don't know about.
* I never pass up an excuse to wear a costume.
* I sing along with the songs playing in department stores.
* I will always come home.
* I'm gonna fly higher than I ever, ever could.
Jun 22
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Blogs

I have all these blogs all over the Internet on different sites (and even sometimes under different usernames). And the problem is, I don’t know what to do with them. I really want to organize them, but I can’t.

And then there’s this other problem—kind of ridiculous, maybe, but it’s a problem nonetheless—I never actually intended anyone to read them.

And then my family did.

And for some reason I just don’t want them to.

As if that makes sense.

There’s where I have problems being a writer—if zillions of people I don’t know read my stuff, I can’t care less. But people who know me—sometimes even the people who know me best—that bothers me. That’s wrong. That makes me want to stop writing (…on blogs, at least).

Weird.