narcissism..and birds

Though hesitant to do so, the blog has begun.

Hesitant for two reasons:
1. memories of Xanga
2. I just wrote a paper about blogs being narcissistic.

Perhaps poetry will pour out of me in the future but more likely thoughts. Just thoughts. Tidbits. (these things called blogs are not all that healthy for obsessive personalities...)

So to begin...

Today has been for the birds, but not bad in the least. My peanut-buttered toast smelled like baby chickens for about half a second this afternoon. Sometimes things just smell like other things and as I was about to put the toast in my mouth I got the image of a fuzzy yellow chick and was confused. Then I realized why. And as quick as that it smelled like peanut-butter toast again.

This morning, the seagulls screamed in protest as I stomped off my summery shoes of their too-thick-for-March-almost-April coat of snow while leaving work. I considered how angry I'd be if I were seagull and flew in to find sunshine and "What is this? snow?" all over the ground...and the cars...and the lakes.....and people's shoes...and the beach...So I laughed to myself in the parking lot as they shouted. I laughed out of sheer pity for those angry birds.... and my socks were a bit wet.

--it's hard to narrow your thoughts when you begin a blog...you have everything before you...and nothing behind--