Note to my reader from Bangalore: sorry, man! I clicked away from chat by accident.
Salon asks its readers to sum up their lives in six words — no more, no less. Think of it as the ultimate micro haiku.
This could have been mine:
Too much hair, then not enough.
I want to kick this guy’s ass:
Found my path. Walked it fearlessly.
I love the honesty of this next one. And, yes, it works for me, too.
Frankly, it is all about me.
But what about my six-word memoir?
Keeps getting funnier all the time.
Stolen from Beetlejuice. What’s the matter, Walnut, can’t you think of anything more original?
It is all about the sex.
What’s your six-word memoir?
D.
So I’ll have to wax my whole body. Big deal. It’ll be worth it.
Anyone up for some live blogging tonight? Same time, same place.
D.