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Self reflection

Dear Livejournal....I mean Elise,

I am writing you this letter in regards to our blog. I'm not quite sure the purpose for our blog yet. Is it to keep in touch? No that can't be it. Texting, calling, facebook-ing, and G-chatting pretty much cover that. Is it Fashion related? As both our fields are fashion related? Or is it an escape from fashion, as so much of our lives are involved in fashion, and to have a fashion blog would be an unnecessary redundancy in our lives.

I'm basically going to only try and write entertaining and funny things and talk about how awesome you are and how awesome I am. Right now I am more or less not in the most funny or entertaining mood. With this blog I would hope you would keep me informed of the outside world and it's culture. Since I have moved to Philadelphia from New York, I feel that I have been removed from a culture-dome of inspiration and placed in a parking lot of tailgaters outside of an Eagles game.

I am not stressed with work, though I should be. I am not stressed with the never ending news flashes of my family of 6 or 7 siblings, who keep getting married and multiplying. I am also not stressed with my current living situation, even though I do not think I have spent a moment alone in this house since I moved here in September. It doesn't really matter what I am stressed about, but you probably already know.

Well anyway. I have to say one of my most favorite things in the world is showering. I just took a 9 minute shower. Exactly 9 minutes. You know how I know that? Because I timed it. I timed how long the water goes from hot to cold. I got in at 7.45pm and turned the faucet off as soon as it got nuke warm (7.54pm). I only get to experience my most favorite thing 9 minutes of the day. If there was enough warm water provided by the water heater I would take at least a 30 minute shower. This is depressing to me. In a warm shower or a bath all the bad feelings and the things you wish you did or said don't really matter. The mess ups, the assholes, the chair you ran into that day all melt away. In 9 minutes I have to choose between conditioning my hair or shaving my legs, or a leg depending on how long I decided to wash my face. There is no time for self refection or meditation. I guess that's what I am planning on this blog to be for me. The 21 minutes of self reflection I don't get to experience on a daily basis which I think is necessary for my sanity. God I wish I could shave my legs and type at the same time. Then I'd solve two problems.

Sincerely,

Bernadette