When he moved to Milan he took me "under his wing," (sensed I needed "help"), let me spend nights at his apartment so I could watch Family Guy, eat all his food and cry about boys. After he moved away he let me stay with him in Venice, London and with Karley in Brooklyn. He helped me with work, inspired me and made me feel “confident" enough to fight my depression. He kept me away from McDonald's and taught me the virtues of dating men who aren't so "abusive."
But about a week ago it all made sense-his intentions became quite clear-when he told me I should “redesign” my blog and make it “easier to read.”
I kinda hoped people just checked it to see if I've uploaded new pictures of myself. But Matthew has never done me wrong so I went ahead with his advice.
1) in changing the design I also got rid of the “like” application, losing all evidence of everyone (Matthew and my Mother) who were enjoying my posts
2) the blog lost its "edge" (via being white instead of black #duh) and
3) worst of all, just as Matthew predicted, it became easy to read.
What Matthew didn't realize is that the appeal of my blog has always been it's inaccessibility-people are forced to skim through it and just assume that it's good (or terrible) because if they try to focus too hard they'll get brain damage/seizures.(Like when I first moved to Italy and thought people were interesting because I couldn't understand a word they were saying-no surprise that now that I'm fluent I want to get the hell out).
In addition to that, ever since I changed the design I haven't had ANYthing to write about! My mojo, so to speak, (should I bring that back) is gone. And no, this has nothing to do with the fact that this week I've been in Chapel Hill, doing nothing but watching Oprah reruns and stalking my professors online (I graduate next year and have yet to have an affair with a teacher (actually I already have just not my own so it doesn't count)).