A few weeks ago the excessively charming Reem told me about what I thought was the best/most marketable/hilariously original idea I've heard in a long while. I could very easily see this idea of hers as a successful blog, a book or a segment on some hilarious show like Fallon. So, I told her she should blog this. While there's no blog yet she has taken to the page and started journaling. On Sunday night she read me an entry she'd written after our conversation about this idea and about the pending end of the world, entitled "I have two weeks to live."
In classic Reem style it was charming, funny, and a
little over dramatic. One line from the entry was, "I asked Molly what I
should do with the little time I had left and she suggested I blog."
So, in the reality that Reem is putting forth to her progeny and anyone
else she is sharing it with currently, I am being presented as someone
who sees blogging as something that should be prioritized in order to
live a fulfilling existence (if I am telling her to make it a top
concern before the world/Mayan calendar comes to an end) and yet here I
am with a blog so scarcely populated and so sporadically updated of late
that I am being made to look a fool and a hypocrite. Well no more,
Reem/Reem's journal/Reem's progeny. No more.
New Year's Resolution #3 - blog more frequently.
For me and for you, my sweet friends who keep asking me to. I promise I
will try, but I can't always be funny and snarky, and I know that's
what you want, but it's just not always in me. Lie. It is always in me,
but it is not always in me to document my snark. But will try.