Tuesday, November 3, 2009

I remember our first kiss...his beard and the cats circling our ankles

Maggie Gyllenhaal's character in 'Stranger than Fiction' is why I love to bake.

No. My first cookbook was a children's guide to baking that showed you how to make bear-shaped bread buns and chocolate-dipped strawberries.

No. That brownie recipe.

I have existential anxiety. My existence makes me anxious. My authenticity is always in question. And the people I love break my heart every day. No wonder nobody makes it out of this crazy world alive. Let's aim a little higher than mere tolerance and say it like it is: I will die happy the day I feel true empathy, when I meet that person who answers 'Do we speak the same language? Do you hear me?' with a resounding 'Yes. Very much so.'

What are you, total cocoa puffs?

Just chill, man. Just chill.


Yours,

I


If I were some metaphysical construct, I would be....subtext. Whoa.

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