bethofalltrades

Dear Beth,

Perhaps in the new year, you should resolve to be less emo.

Love,
Beth

...

Dear Beth,

Fuck. You.

Just for that we're listening to Weezer ALLLLLLLLL night.

Love,
Beth

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I showed up in two dreams, two blogs and one possibly precognitive vision this week.

It's weird to me that people think about me when I'm not around.

I think maybe both the dreams were precognitive too.

The blogs were re-cognitive.

One re-wrote history.

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David took me and Moogie out to dinner at Gusto. It was incredible. I don't think I've ever had a meal like that. Many courses, EVERYTHING delightful and tasty, good wine, and happy people all around. Yay, Christmas Eve.

I am not a Christmas kind of person. I love giving presents, I love getting presents, but... I've never had a big family. Christmas stopped being a big deal in my house fifteen years ago. Last year Moogie and I had dinner and saw "I Am Legend." I don't think we exchanged gifts... we do that all year round.

It's not that I don't like Christmas. I am just... mostly indifferent.

That's not true. I like that other people are happier this time of year.

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Today was a good day. I've been having some of those recently. I'm feeling better about my job and my life. I have great parents and wonderful friends and a beautiful community. Life is awesome, actually.

But I'd still rather be sleeping next to you.*

Love,
Beth

* Funnily enough, there will be about five people who read this journal who will be ego-centric enough to think I mean them, three who aren't quite so sure but will suspect, one who'll NEVER guess it's them but it could be and one who may or may not read (but I suspect does) and may or may not catch this (but I suspect will). Who it may or may not be about (but I suspect is.)