Saturday, September 02, 2006

My Perfect Excuse.

"I always read the last page of the book first so that if I die before I finish it, I'll know how it turned out. " - Nora Ephron, When Harry Met Sally
This strange and morbid statement has been my excuse for a strange habit for quite a long time now. I thought I would look for a new one after someone called me on it, after I found one person knowledgeable enough, brave enough, to tell me "You aren't that creepy, you aren't that weird, you stole that reason from some movie/book from the 90's, stop it. Think of something original or don't talk." Well, I have yet to find someone to tell me that so I guess I'll keep using it. I don't really know why I wrote about this today, maybe it's the weather, or the bowl of chocolate ice cream I just ate, maybe the milestone I have just reached (which wasn't such a good marker after all), the strange events which have recently taken place, or maybe more lack of originality, but its today's topic. Take it or leave it.