Joie de Vivre

Of course romance isn't dead, because it's a "fictitious narrative in prose of which the scene and incidents are very remote from those of ordinary life." She wasn't completely wrong; she was just stumbling through early-twenty-something joie de vivre. No, the girl couldn't help it.

Good Feeling

...won't you stay with me just a little longer?

it always seems like you're leaving

when I need you here just a little longer...

--the violent femmes

She wears her feather in her long-ish dirty blonde hair and thinks about Betty Paige as she glances in her rearview mirror. The strangers on their barstools compliment her with words like "flapper" and she smiles because she knows she's just like a woman with her fog, her amphetamine, and her pearls, but pulls a permanent marker from her purse and edits them all: though a flapper can be "a young girl turned to vice," she can also be a "remembrancer."

Nostalgia tastes so bittersweet.

Change

oh my darlin' I will never change partners again!

While "change" denotes the "succession of  one thing in place of another, the word can also refer to a "round in dancing." Perhaps the tradition of Inaugural Balls makes a bit more sense in this context.

Fey

When you go away I am big-boned and fey

--Joanna Newsom

Indeed, she is "disordered in mind like one about to die," "possessing magical, fairylike, unearthly qualities," "accursed," and "fatal," all at once. She makes your head spin.

It's Only Castles Burning

burning

c. fig. That is on fire with feeling and passion, or that glows with vehemence; ardent, fiery.

The Ephemeral Being of Journals

[this too shall pass.]

Journal was defined as ephemeral in the 17th century, according to the OED's entry for the adjective journal; a century earlier ephemeral referred to a disease that begins and ends in a day. 

This blog will be nothing more than that brief, awkward glimpse into the life of the girl who lives next to you, illuminated by the reflections of celestial bodies for but a moment before the clouds enshroud all and leave you alone again; this blog will be nothing more than the hint of light that beckons from beneath her doorway down the hall; this blog will be nothing more than the unbearable beauty of the almost-kiss of the love affair that never was and never will be, just a touch of neon love that leaves you both changed, forever, yet cannot stay, leaving everything else just a bit grey forever and ever amen.

Ephemeral, this blog too shall pass.

Waiting For The Man

blog, v.  

Computing.

To Write or maintain a weblog. Also: to read or browse through weblogs, esp. habitually [emphasis added].

Indeed, this blog will be habit-forming.