Getting it wrong

Perfectionism is killing my blog.

I can't seem to write anything because I'm too busy planning what I'm going to write and what pictures I'm going to post along with it and how it's going to be the most brilliant/funniest/most profound/most awe-inspiring thing I've ever written.

Lame.

Or I can't write because I'm berating myself for not having kept up with other people's blogs.

Or I can't write because I'm trying to finish the reading for my next class. That doesn't involve cold-calling. And I'm a 3L. And I already have a job.

What the hell is going on here?!


In other news:

I was at a wedding in Vermont this weekend. Vermont calls to me so loudly my heart breaks a little bit every time I leave. Of course, it's frickin' cold there.

I'm trying to stop online shopping - and by "shopping," I mean online window shopping. It doesn't make me happy; it just makes me want things.

There was an older lesbian couple at this wedding we went to, and they were totally into each other and danced almost the whole night. The babe thinks they've recently gotten together, and that's why they're all hot for each other. I think they've been together for a long time, but they love weddings because it makes them feel young and in love again. Evidence for my position = they were wearing matching outfits. Not like matching-matching but the same colors. We're going to check with the bride later and find out who was right.

If that's not a not-perfect blog, I don't know what is.