Does anyone ever remember the names of people they meet once at a party?
The whole pleasant introduction ritual baffles me for this very reason. I hear a name, "Georgia, Sampson, Edna.." and immediately forget it along with the obligatory remark that is always attached.
"Edna is an avid golfer."
That said: Hello, my name is Ariel Collins.
I'll be discussing thoughts, feelings, music, people, objects of my desire, etc... Currently I am longing for this wheelchair I found at Goodwill for twenty-two dollars. I would use it to trick strangers by feigning retardation. I would also coast along slight inclines in it.
(I decided that a hill would be terrifying in a wheelchair.)
I recorded a song recently, but my boyfriend said it sucked so I deleted it. I'm far too sensitive I guess. Someday when I'm famous my band(Mr.Yellow) will dedicate a mean song to him.
I still have silly dreams because they haven't been trampled to death yet. I believe that I can become a traveling author/musician/painter.
I'm in love with my best friend. Which may not be a good thing.
I will be sure to post pictures with frequency so my imaginary readers won't get bored...
Mostly I want to be happy. (You should all go listen to Jenny Lewis sing Happy.)
