I am interested in finding some freelance interactive copywriting work, so if you work at an agency and are in the position to connect me with a project, please do send me a shout, ok? I’ve been doing it for a long time and am very good at it. I am also reliable and cheerful and don’t even care if you shove me in a dark corner somewhere as long as you let me out for lunch.
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I have been socializing every night for very many nights now and I am contemplating just staying home all day today and working rather than going to the barbecue in Greenpoint or the clothing swap in Park Slope. I have run out of things to say! And also I have eaten so very many potato chips.
Not that I have been having a bad time though. I have met tons of nice people and had some fascinating conversations, on such topics as: family history and its relationship to your creative output, people who are famous in their heads, Crisco versus butter, illegal immigration, and the penis shape (curved, as it turns out) of a once-famous sketch comedy star.
And last night at Jeffrey’s birthday party I heard a few ghost stories, including one from a woman who said, as a young child, there was a ghost who used to tuck her in every night, and then rock back and forth in a rocking chair and watch over her. When she got older she asked her brother, with whom she had shared the bedroom, if he remembered her and he said he did too. It was the eyewitness account that made the story believable. Also I kind of wanted to believe it anyway. I like the idea of a kindly ghost.
I’m not saying I want to be haunted, I’m just saying if I were, I’d like a little tenderness.
