ten of my thirty-nine (now forty, with this one) journal entries begin with the word So.
And I thought I was pathetic in high school, where at one time I never started an essay without a participle phrase. sigh.
Creatures of habit we are, but I need to experiment with different openings.
This makes me wonder how often I start a verbal comment with "So . . ." I need Uma Thurman, circa The Truth About Cats and Dogs, to follow me and say, "Buttons?" every time I say so. Of course, if she did that, it wouldn't be long before they find her bloated three-pound body in a ravine.
I am on the lookout for ideas for pictures for my journal.
I plan on borrowing the neighbor's digital camera to put a self pic up, but I also want to find some more idiosyncratic pics.
The pics I have now kinda suck (kinda REALLY suck). A couple of thoth tarot cards, a CD cover from an obscure musical (this one stays), and star wars stuff. I'm not even a big SW fan, I just love that picture of Natalie, and that poster always gives me chills.