roadtrip day 1&2

a letter a day

ok. so i'm trying something. and i don't really know why besides the fact that i can't control how it's received.
every day for the next few weeks i'm writing an anonymous letter to a stranger and leaving it in a public place. it's up to me to write the letter and leave it. it's up to some one, for some reason or another--whether it's curiosity or fate, to pick up the letter, read it, and hopefully do the same for someone else.

i think i was inspired to do this because a) no one writes letters anymore. handwriting is a lost art and i think it's one of the most beautiful gifts you can give b) for some reason, in whatever weird, i-don't-know-what-the-hell-i'm-doing-with-my-life state i'm in right now, i feel like i just need to send something out into the world. i don't know what i'm going to write in all the letters. maybe send someone on a scavenger hunt, maybe ask some questions, maybe tell a few secrets that you can only tell to strangers. who knows. and really, there's no way for me to see how anything's received, i can only imagine and maybe hope---for what? i don't know, but just hope.

i need to buy some more envelopes.

so. in with the new news.

i'm driving across the country this summer with my lovely best buddy rachael.
and i can't even tell you how excited i am. i was planning to stay up in nyc this summer, but with me not being certain if i had a job, and this opportunity just springing up--i had to take it.

i don't have many things that i'm absolutely positively sure that i have to do before i die, but driving across the country is one. so. on may 9(ish) i'm flying out to los angeles and then we make our break--las vegas, flagstaff, grand canyon---wherever the road leads us. and that's all right by me.

i wish i had a video camera on this trip. i've got a big question to ask and i'd like to ask strangers and see what they say. we'll see what happens along the way.

right now, i could really just punch you hard in the face.
i'm not a violent girl, but in an instant, that could all change.

sometimes people just deserve to get punched right smack dab in the kisser. and you are one of those people and now is one of those times.

maybe it's the way you just kept on talking when i was trying to tell you something exciting. or maybe it was that you didn't care after the fact. or maybe it's the way you never close your mouth when you chew and i can't listen to a word you're saying because i'm preoccupied by the slurping and smacking and lolling of your tongue trying to spit out word amidst a sea of meaty debris. i've always hated the sound of chewing. or maybe it's your scent that makes me want to punch you. i avoid everyone who smells like you because i'm afraid that it might indeed turn out to be you, and right now, i just don't want to talk--unless, of course, you're ready to get your lights punched out.

i really do want to punch you in the face, partly because i think you deserve it, partly because i've never punched anyone before, and partly because i'll be amused to hear the story that you come up with to explain your shiner. it'll be a good one and involve you in some sort of chivalrous role, no doubt. only you and i will know that i gave you one good punch and made you stumble backwards, and i could tell by the look on your face that you didn't even expect me to say 'i'm sorry.' i guess we're even now.

you guys/y'all

i've started saying y'all (again?) or maybe i've never really said it before living in nashville. there's something about living in new york that is making me want to OWN saying 'y'all' who knows

all this to say---i think i've moved to tumblr?? or maybe i jump back and forth between tumblr and blogspot. i don't really know how to work tumblr but that intrigues me--so check it out http://whyioughtta.tumblr.com/

i'll write somewhere