saint-louise's Diaryland Diary
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Where, oh where, have the Saints been?
*blink* *blink*
So…this is what I get for being away for so long. Smack me around and call me Francesca.
I’ve always wanted to be a Francesca. Except, knowing my luck, I would somehow pick up the nickname Fran over the years, and then where would I be? Well, I’ll tell you: I’d be wearing support hose and multi-layered plaids. My life would be dedicated to working in the rare and fragile books department in a library, all alone, except when I’m at home with my seven cats, Powderpuss, Mr. Winky, Zazzle, Lazybones the Third, Beefeater, Sweetums McSweetiepants, and Frotshnot. I’d want to drink heavily, but I’d lack the fortitude to commit to something so socially ambiguous, so I’d settle for regular consumption of Russell Stover chocolates, all the while hating myself for what I’d deem to be a compromise of depression ethics. Plus, I’d have follicular issues. The name Fran almost assuredly makes one emerge from the womb with a perm.
No offense to the Frans out there. Although I’m not quite sure how you wouldn’t take offense. Suffice it to say that I’m really not trying to be insulting. It’s just, you know: change your name.
See now, I can feel the Frans of the world finishing my last few sentences, pulling back from their monitors with expressions of righteous indignation, and saying aloud, “My GOD. Who does this person think she is? If only I knew how much she’s kidding!”
Or even, “I had no idea that the Frans of the world even read Saint Louise.”
Or, “I had no idea that ANYONE still read Saint Louise.”
I…uh…
Oh, yeah.
My diary is in a world of shit.
(I AM…IN A WORLD…OF SHIT.)
I’ve almost certainly lost most of my readers, I haven’t sent a notify mail in months, my guestbook has ceased to email me when someone signs it (sorry to everyone I haven’t responded to for the past six months or so), and – apparently – I’ve been listening to the same Meg Lee Chin CD since September.
It’s time for change, yes? Let me check my CD collection, and I’ll be changing like a motherfucker.
It's a whirlwind existence for people who have adopted the name Louise. Don't you doubt it for a second.
3:43 p.m. - 2004-05-24
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