sarita rising

I'm resuscitating this blog for several reasons. It's early May 2008, I've been out of college for a year, the Amanda Marcotta/BfP/Seal Press/WAM blogosphere explosion just happened, and I have a lot of thoughts to process. We'll see where it goes.

Sunday, June 26, 2005

the blog is not dead

sorry yall, it's summer, i have not much to say.

just wanted to say, not dead.

nor anyone to sleep with. i was going over my prospects based on who i slept with last summer. (you explain to me the point of seducing someone new in santa fe. yeah, i didn't think there was one. hence, recycling.) and it went something like this: dead, taken, 1300 miles away, and bobby. damn.

but, hey, sarah, aren't there OTHER things in your life besides having sex?

well, yes of course there are. but summer, to me, is sex. maybe it's the hot weather or the fact that i'm traditionally well taken-care-of over the summer months. it's easier to hunt - we're out late, we all think we have money, etc etc. in any event, it's not like i have anything else to do or think about.

i work at a banana republic-type women's clothing store. ONE boy works there, his name is christian, i'm not terribly interested, nor is he. that leaves my other job - the dreaded opera ho reputation rears its ugly head, eh?

also, i have one thing to say: 1300 mile bootycall, yall.

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