Sometimes I stumble upon a blog by clicking links in my friend's sidebars and then I just keep reading...
Today, I'm stuck in the achives of "Inferior Monologue."
For paragraphs like these:
"So I went toward Century 21 assuring myself (without believing) that if I were to avoid the clothes racks and stay in the basement with the home goods, I could make it back to work without spending. Which is completely inane because my favorite thing to decorate, after my feet, is my apartment. So I got downstairs and it was like WHIZ BANG cranberry curtains, like how in the world did I make it this long without cranberry curtains in my bedroom, like with these things hanging I would not even have a bedroom anymore but a boudoir, gentlemen, like my whole life would change and my heart would be full and the shininess of my hair would improve by 86%. Cranberry curtains. Hot damn." --Kaitlyn, Inferior Monologue.
When these things hit, if they stick, and I'm in a position to do so (slow work, a stuck-at-home illness), I just keep reading, backwards, until I've reached the end... which is the beginning.* It's sort of a compulsion. It's like a novel, only not at all. I still want to feel like I've read it all, as though there were some sort of badge for blog-reading. If there were, I would totally apply.
*That is much more Zen and important sounding that I meant it to be
2 comments:
I think that is the first post of hers I read, and likewise went back and read them all.
I love archives! I used to have a rule I didn't add anyone to my feed reader until I'd read all of their archives, but obviously it's pretty hard to do with EVERYONE. I still read archives frequently, though.
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