Mortified

January 2, 2008

I have a bad memory. I'm the sort of person who looks for her glasses for fifteen minutes before she realizes that the missing glasses are in fact resting on her nose. I'm the sort of person who doesn't pay a lot of attention to the things that deserve it—it might even sound as if I'm proud of these things. I used to, but being one month away from twenty means that bad memory has stopped being an effective excuse for incompetence a long time ago. I know it should never be, but believe me, it was. It was.

 

So you must understand that asking me to review the past year is too much. Oh, I can, but it would take too much effort better spent on playing, reading, or watching TV shows. So this is what I'm going to do: I'm going to randomly quote posts I've written the past year. Ready? I'm not.

 
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