I hardly know what to type here. I'm not sure what the point to having this thing is, except that it's easier than a diary and just as secure! (I like exclaimation points). I like spelling words in the British way. Honour is better than honor. I like the paper size in Britain better than in America. I like the history better. Second best is Canada (not the history, just the country). I might just defect; move away to Prince Edward Island forever and ever so I have a good view of the sea. I want to wrangle some Canadian cows in Saskatchewan and keep my eyes on the horizon until a good 10:30 pm.
I'm in love with a new actor this month, one Frank Converse by name. My, but he plays a good Doc Gibbs in "Old Town." The 30s was a perfect time in which to be born--no world war, and a bit old for Vietnam. Pity the men of the 50s. They're too young for me.
Honour my directives.
Lover's quarrels sound boring to me. The life of the nun is something on which I have great authority. Cloistered is my favorite word.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
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