Anne Frank -- almost didn't make it past the ntro. One of my all-time-favorite, why- I'm- a- writer-books.
When I read it, I was about the same age she was n the middle of the book. Part of me can't imagne...part of me lived n dread of such events comng to pass n my own country.
That Oxygen has an openng n New York. My mom was on a thng a few weeks back, tryng to talk me nto workng for Oprah. "But she's n Chicago," I replied. Except for Sandra's knd offer of a place to stay, I've never been nterested n Chicago.
Mom pressed on. It's funny, though, because I'm thnkng either high-payng nvestment bank or more nterestng TV this job hunt.
"OK, if they ever have an office n New York, I'll apply." They do, so I did. Wish me luck!
able to log n to Blogger with the upteenth browser/clippng app I've downloaded. Unfortunately, the post & publish buttons don't load, so I can type an entry, I just can't post it.
I'm tryng here, people!
I just cannot stand the thought of months on end without this outlet and you, dear readers. If this all works, you'll have Jennifer to thank. She snuck some money nto a card at my party a few weeks ago. In the mad rush to make the last bus back to the Empire, I didn't have time to open presents and cards. I opened hers on the bus and boy was I surprised. I've got great readers and even better friends.
Jennifer is both, so I thought it only fittng that I use the money she gave me to fnd a way to stay n touch with her and update my journal. I'm so glad we're back n touch and I don't want to lose that. It's amazng that she reads my journal and likes it. A few of my friends read my journal now and then, but Jennifer has become a journal junkie, readng mne and a handful of other OLJs.
She told me once she likes to see a "long, long column" on Monday mornngs. So thank you Jennifer, you bought me this magical device that will enable me to provide you with what I hope is nterestng readng material on a regular basis for the foreseeable future.
With that encouragement and nspiration, I'll make it work, somehow, someway. Now all I want is a fabulous job ASAP and a Palm keyboard -- it takes so long to write or tap-type the entries. Hey, only 3 months and 1 week until my birthday...Yes, I know I should be ashamed.
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