Can't think straight

1 little black dress

1 black pencil skirt

1 white pencil skirt

1 black blazer

2 pairs of boyfriend jeans (amazing!)

2 pairs of skinny jeans

1 pair of straight legged jeans

3 dolman shirts

...Okay, this is getting ridiculous. I doubt many people know what a Dolman is anyway. Basically, I threw half of my closet into two big suitcases with high hopes that they are acceptable attire in the most fashionable, most chic city in the entire world. I'm not worried at all. Deadpan sarcasm doesn't work so well on blogs...at least I can be assured by my little black dress. Throw on a pair of black flats, a scarf wrapped casually (read: painstakingly placed to look breezy and effortless. Ha!) around my neck and a big slouchy hobo bag filled with all sorts of cosmopolitan things. Voila! I'm ready to take on the city of Love and the rest of the world.

I should make a different list. A list of hopes, dreams and goals for my upcoming adventure...which I shall make after I sort out all of these tangled thoughts and feelings swarming around in my overstretched yet somehow underworked brain. Goodness, on my walk to work today I had so many things to share with you, but as I sit in front of my oddly wide screened computer, all of it just slips from the grasp of my mind. Boo. Perhaps another lucid and mindful moment will come at a time of inconvenience as it usually does, but hey! I have a new toy to help me with this chronic and pedestrian problem. I have a BlackBerry or as Juan and Kelly call it, a CrackBerry. It has my email, instant messenging, internet, and get this: "Word to Go"!

You mean, I can just hurry my little clicker thing to my Apps and find this Word doc thing and write all my heart's desire? Yes, ineed. Some of you might look at me disdainfully, call me a sad product of my generation and offer me a spiral bound notebook and a ballpoint pen. I hear you and and I feel your dagger-stares. But when trains, subways, and my own hurrying footsteps are jostling me about I cannot hold a pen to paper steadily and call my handwriting what you call legible. No sir (or ma'am.) So celebrate with me the sometimes greatness of technology! Hurray!

Okay, I have to add a postcript. Tomas gave me a beautiful journal and I plan on writing in there. Thoughts at the cafe, quotations from people I hear on the streets or read on famous tombstones. Don't you worry, technology has not taken me over completely. Cheers!