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Ahh 10 days of work and it's already boring and formulaic. This might be worse than just sitting at home doing nothing. Yes I'm getting paid, but I have to wake up very early and spend all day awake instead of just laying here in depression-fueled 12-hour hibernation sessions. I'm thinking about Bianca a lot. About how wrong we were for each other, how fundamentally different we were. Bunches of bad stuff like that. Now that I really analyze things, I'm pretty sure I started seeing her just because of her name. I mean, Yes I was attracted to her and she was very funny and most importantly she was attracted to me, but I mean come on... how often do you meet someone named Bianca? Such a wonderful and exotic and beautiful name. I'm sure it had a lot to do with me getting with her, and it probably did a lot to keep me with her for as long as I did. The name 'Bianca' is just one of those names that you never really think that you live the lifestyle that merits meeting someone with that name. Nope, I'm stuck down in the land of Kates and Julies and maybe a Karen or Kelly here or there. Definitely no Biancas, or Audreys or Brookes, not to even mention the ever-elusive Lola. I imagine myself having to attend fashion shows or art collectives to meet one of these names, although I had a friend once named Tara, which was exquisite except for the fact that she had a boyfriend until I moved half a country away from her. I'm not saying my name is anything special... I'm definitely a long way away from the likes of Chase or Warren. I wonder if a Jane has ever dated a Chase based on his name-class?


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