read me my fortune?

I collect fortune cookie fortunes. It started out with a few choice fortunes that held some significance and meaning to me. You know, the few fortunes that actually seem to have it right, like it was written for you personally. The kind that actually make you believe, for a moment or two, that fortunes are real.

That's where it began. But as the months and years went by the meanings faded. They were no longer relevant, no longer important. But I kept them. Even when the ink began to fade into incoherent scribble, those tokens of past, present, and future remained with me. Each one special, each one different. And I'm sure there are twins or even triplets in there somewhere but I never seem to remember long enough to compare.
I cannot bring myself to throw them out, for the memory of those five minutes of clarity and purpose are precious and should not be forgotten.

me!

Heya!
So I finally have an up to date website of my very own!
www.amouraleigh.com
satisfy your curiosity and check it out. ;)

The impersonal casual encounters of a New Yorker.

I am a huge fan of Neil Gaiman and I am in the middle of reading his book Neverwhere. It is positively amazing; has really made me take a look at the people here in the city. Its never ceases to surprise me how New Yorkers just become numb to everything around them. I'd say the city eats your soul in about a week give or take. And once your soul has been devoured leaving a mindless husk, you are truly a New Yorker. (Not to say that all New Yorkers are soul-less, but you understand what I'm saying). Its like an initiation to the big daunting city.
I ride the subways and people barely pay enough attention to avoid crashing into one another. It's a wonder more pedestrian accidents don't happen. But I too am lost; the mindless thumping pulse of the city has consumed me. I don't think I even felt it happen. But for this brief moment of reprieve I can see the city as it truly is. We are so self centered we don't even notice what is going on around us. In close quarters, neatly packaged like sardines in a tin, we are completely unawares of the other people even though we feel their hot breath on the back of our necks. Its a little like a one night stand, a new person every night, never even remembering their faces. When you are that submerged in someone else's personal space shouldn't you know their name? Nonsense its the way of the land, how silly of me...

Happy Birthday Blog!

So Dear Blog,
Today I give birth to you.
May you fill me with deep introspective reflections and fleeting giggles throughout the years.
Today is a day for new beginings.
So let it begin.
Your One and Only,
Amoura