Frog Blog

this feels a bit like it felt when i returned from europe the last time-- like i'm walking around in a fog, a daze of watching too much television (especially E!) and eating too much fried food. i feel a lack of stimulating conversation. i was alone for two months traveling and feel a bit alone here, too. there's only so much i can talk about with my mother. this small new england town is gorgeous and relaxing; i've certainly been reading and enjoying time off, but it's a vortex of the same people i went to high school with, old folks and tourists. nothing god damn changes here so i feel stuck and stilted. i feel so full of things to say and new ideas but also tainted with anxieties of returning home, jobless and homeless and franceless.

on a different note, it's been hot enough to swim. yay! my new bathing suit from last year's j. crew online sale has officially been broken in-- twice off the dock, twice off the boat into the ocean. i always feel saltwater slimy afterwards but it's worth it. to be a tiny bobbing body in the atlantic with all the fish and seaweed and seagulls, blue skies and horse flies. it's decadent.

it's my birthday in five days. ack! i hope i get cake. i'm so god damn broke and don't even want anything. the sky is hazy and so is my brain. shattered! knackered and random! do i keep this blog going? do i have anything interesting to say? or am i just one more tiny body in the internet, pontificating and whining and moping and whatnot?