I think, maybe, I’m done.
With the Tumblr thing.
So, if there are any emergency memes (?) of which I absolutely must be made aware, I dunno… hit me up? (I feel like I’m breaking up with someone and it’s really awkward not least because the ambivalence has always been mutual.)
I just need to step back from the immediacy of the venue, at least as I’ve been using it. (Inexplicably - perhaps - I’ll keep the Twitter channel open… -ish.)
So, okay. Gmail is vmarinelli, though (Lord knows) I can’t be counted on to maintain any regular correspondence there, either. Also, I’ll remain on The Book of Face* in my wallflowery capacity, FWIW.
I’m adrift, but I’m okay. (Promise.)
Love you guys. (For serious.)
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* DAMN YOU, WHITAKER.
P.S. I reserve the right to change my mind: a) 40 times in the next hour; b) never; c) other; d) yes; or e) boobs.
P.P.S. At Quaker Meeting today (by now: yesterday), a kid told me about how the caterpillar she’d found last week had turned into a chrysalis, and was last seen hanging out on a piece of lettuce. (Then we giggled over the alliteration of ‘chrysalis’ and ‘lettuce.’) And I just thought, ‘Man, I want to be that chrysalis.’ I dunno. It was… something. (Aaaand, now I want a salad.)
