|The Pointless Gatsby Project II
||[Aug. 5th, 2005|01:46 pm]
Somewhere in Antigua
Picked up the Gatsby again the other day. Telling you, me and that book, we go way back. I always feel so confessional every time I read it, like I Need to Tell the World. This may be lame and/or slightly alarming, but I'm cool with that. |
So, it's about that time
(to bring forth the rhythm and the rhyme) again for Kristin's Spectacular Quasi-Annual Pointless Gatsby Project Part Deux.
This time around, I'm in a much different mental place, and also I'm out of those cool Fitz stamps.
Rules are pretty much the same. I will send you a weird postcard with a Gatsby quote (written all stylish with green gel pen) and a li'l message to you. All you gotta do is give me your address, should you wish to participate. This time around though, for the li'l message, I'm taking requests. Want a haiku? Do you have a burning question you would like me to answer all cryptically so I can freak out your mail dude? You want me to draw a picture? Your call, should you wish to participate.
You want in? Gimme address: