the badbadivy experience

I am obsessive about reading. I read things constantly. I can’t walk past a sign or a note without reading it. I used to be obsessive about writing, but first college and then writing for a living has quashed my obsessive writing a bit- it’s too much like work, I guess.

I walked past a note my dad wrote to my mom before he left to go on a business trip that said,

Mystery Lady X,

Water the plants tomorrow morning OR THEY WILL DIE!!

[hotel information I'm not giving out, lest you want to stalk St. Mark]

Love,

St. Mark

I asked my mom if she had watered the plants (well, I didn’t want them to die) and she told me to quit reading her notes. Point taken.

But that’s why I love the internets so much. I can read and write, 2 of my very favorite things to do. But it gets better, I can interact with people. I freaking love people, talking to them, reading about their lives, writing about this awesome friend I had when I was in, I think, 9th grade, who recently wrote me an email that was so completely fab I about fell out of my chair. I’m getting rambly, but seriously. I love you, internet. It has practically everything I need, except that real life stuff. Hee!