Ok. I’m going to get back to writing about things that actually happen. (ok. Admittedly the light things)... This is not the place for me to tell you my opinion on foreign affairs or what I think of the new tax bill. Nor is this the place to whine about the weather and complain about chances missed…I've lost myself lately (following the loss of my wallet and the subsequent overly-complicated fallout of that for the past month….no money can make even the most sensible the most reliant on their friends…)
I think I’m back. I think I remember the sarcastic, hard-edged girl of late who – in milliseconds – started slipping into idealized oblivion. I know why I am the way I am. I think the Kelly of March is someone I don’t recognize. All starry-eyed and lovestruck.
This is the spring of Kelly and I promise it’s going to be all fun, all the time. Back are the days of album reviews, art shows, wicked banter and travelogues….I’ll remember that I never believed in that stuff anyway...that I was getting a million miles ahead of myself…and now I'm back.
(for the record, it was fun while it lasted).
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