Licking off the frosting…

So what’s up with this weird, sort of clichéd love triangle  in The Frosting? It came to me while I was freelancing, doing something completely unrelated. On the sneak I typed up the entire thing in about 20 minutes. Quick shout-out to the nuns at my Catholic high school who taught me to type on old-school typewriters that took every muscle in my fingers to push down a key; I type about 85 wpm and I owe it all to you (picture me with a tiara and flowers, blowing kisses at shocked, 70-year-old nuns in an audience).

Anyway, this was one of those “Write it now” moments that again, don’t happen often.

The place where Corinne and Eli live is a place I lived in for a year. It was an incredibly small studio with a refrigerator improbably jutting into the living space. This was not a place built for two people. I barely survived it. With creative license, I added a breakfast table and some sort of computer space where they would never have fit realistically.

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BSC is on a complete effin’ tangent…but there’s sugar at the end.

Hey guys. Whew. Let me get straight to it.

I was near-apoplectic last night trying to set up an Amazon link here. If anyone knows code, please give me a shout via e-mail. When the seventh Google search told me to “throw the code on your site anywhere” I started rubbing my whole face with my hands, which I only do when frustrated, because touching your face causes breakouts.

It’s only been two weeks but I’m peeping other blogs and it’s like, circus time! Look over here–take this awesome poll! Get your fortune told here! Call your buddy over here for free! Push this button and a woman WILL show up to give you a massage. Get a password and the admin will hum you to sleep for 30 minutes. I WANT TO DO THESE THINGS TOO. So what, these blogs have been up for three, four years. Who cares? My learning curve is mad high, you’re telling me I can’t embed a few buttons? Thank you, WordPress, for making me feel like I was born in the 40s (no disrespect, I’m sure it’s great being a baby boomer, whatevs) and cannot make use of a computer. Thank you, HTML, for making me think I did. not. learn. HTML, when I know I did. I just didn’t learn HTML code with blogs.

There’s an acronym they use in 12-step groups–don’t make decisions when you’re Hungry, Angry, Lonely or Tired. It’s simple, easy to remember and really, really true. Well, same goes for posting on the Web. I’m pretty sure I cursed out Mark Zuckerberg last night—merely because I chose to gripe about WordPress on Facebook. WTF, Chick? Also, I was hungry and had run out of healthy snacks.

All that to say, I have to remind myself that this is just a blog. It’s not my grad school essay. And though it reflects me and I want to wake up with brilliant non sequiturs ready to go in my head and have a thousand readers and continue getting encouraging feedback… That’s effin’ absurd. I’ll keep learning as I go, and hopefully that will include code. But it may not. And I’ll try to keep my cool, because lunatics don’t usually have successful blogs.