"Natalie! Play with me! Natalie! Type on me! Natalie! Scream at me while you fight your dissertation word count! Natalie! Cry salty tears over my keyboard while you question your life choices and ponder if it's too late to become a potato farmer or rocket scientist or any other career that can actually generate an income!"
In short, I took a little writing break and may continue it. I'm not sure. I have a few thoughts and posts planned, but after that I may keep it light for the rest of the week. We'll see. But please know I'm not abandoning you. I love y'all too much to leave for too long!
*I always pronounce it in a faux-Scottish accent, like I'm Lady freaking Macbeth. Mach-Boook! Always with an exclamation point.
** Give it time. Talking Mach-Boooks! are just around the corner.
They'll probably use the voice of Justin Long, since he's a Mac, not a PC. (In the States, Justin Long stars in commercials as the cool embodiment of a Mach-Boook!; not too sure how far those ads reach!) But not, like, chain-smoking, Drew Barrymore-dating Justin Long; wholesome, Disney-movie Justin Long. He'll probably sound like that stoner guy I made out with in the 9th grade, the one who spoke slowly and clearly and profoundly about the shape of stars, while we both wore our baggy corduroy pants and flannel shirts. And not the cute flannel shirts that the girls are wearing now, but the baggy over-sized Kurt Cobain inspired shirts stolen from a perplexed dad's closet and that made a 14-year-old body look like that of an anorexic lumber jack, along with Converse sneakers and peace sign jewelry, because who wouldn't get all hot and bothered by red flannel and some peace sign earrings?
Flannel today:
Adorable.
Flannel in the '90s:
Artistic representation of yours truly.
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To be fair, confused fathers everywhere were probably happy to see their daughters swaddling themselves in anti-erotic flannels.
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