IMPORTANT NOTIFICATION

hey y'all.
I've moved to a new blog.

You should probs check it out...


It's been fun,
Lauren 

An Open Letter to Jay Gatsby or Why I Am a Terrible Friend

An Open Letter to Jay Gatsby or Why I Am A Terrible Friend

Hey man.  I feel you.  Because I have my very own green light.

I don’t know if you saw Gatz (if you didn’t, that’s a shame because it was really good), but they used a green LED – a little pin-point thing – in one cue that made me really happy because I saw it and my parents didn’t to show the green light at the end of the dock that you stared at.

I’d look up exactly what Nick Caraway had to say about the whole thing, but it’s been a year since I read the book and I can’t be bothered.

Anyway.  I feel you.  The notification light on my phone is green.  And, occasionally, it’s a text message from a dear friend who means the world to me and on whom I may or may not have the tiniest bit of a crush but like I can’t say a damn thing because I saw what happened to you and I know better than to let myself be tempted by a little green light. 

Like, come on man!  If your story isn’t a warning against temptation by green, I don’t know what is. 

Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that I get it.  I mean I look out of the corner of my eye and see a flashing light and get my hopes up and sometimes there’s not even anything there.  And I can’t start anything because what if I’m being a nuisance?  The last thing I want to do is drive this person off.  Because our friendship means a lot to me.  And so does the promise of the green light bringing some news.  Something silly or serious or anything.  But something.  From them.  Maybe if I quit cold turkey, but I can’t do that.

You know how it is.  You amassed a small personal fortune and threw ridiculous parties to get Daisy.  I can’t even do that.  Think how I must feel!

Anyway.   Thanks for listening. 

Sincerely,
Lauren Eames

Failure is Always an Option

So I think we can safely say that I have failed my 2012 New Year's Resolution. I mean I got through May something-or-other, which is respectable, but it's not 365 pieces. And most of it is nonsensical crap. Don't try and tell me otherwise. I know it is. Some of the stuff I've posted over the past 12 months had been ok. But most of it's crap.

But hey, I tried.  And now I have a creative writing blog with readers who, unlike the readers of my everyday blog regarding which I am woefully behind, are not predominantly Russian Neck Brace Fetishists.
So I'll keep updating. Y'all will get something whenever the muse strikes. I just won't be tied to the calendar anymore.