See for a few days now I've typed and deleted probably a couple dozen sentences. The way in which they might in a movie montage, clacking away at an old school typewriter, shaking my head, then ripping away a piece of paper with only two sentences on it and wadding it up. Except for that I have an amazing iMac, not a typewriter. So, what have I been trying to write? Something I've actually been pretty excited about. Blogaldo made Phoenix New Times, in an article called Blogaldo: blogs that make us happy, by a certain miss Niki D'Andrea. And I've been trying to blog about it since, but every time I write a couple of lines, I find myself rolling my eyes, or gagging myself, or tearing the flesh off my forearm with my own teeth. Nothing I've written has felt right.
But as soon as I stumbled upon the article I sure as hell posted it on my facebook. I wish blogging came as easily to me as updating my status. And by the way people totally threw their comment panties all over me and I reveled in the glory for my 15 minutes. It was great. But the best comment I got, the one that cracked me up the most, went like this: "Sandra Ponce aww bubu dont get big headed tho." How could I function in this world without one of the Ponce girls to bring me down a few notches? Just the other day for example, Michelle let me know I'd put on a few, and I haven't eaten a bite since. That's the kind of mutually deprecating love I thrive on.