Pandora Music Selection of the Day: Camera Obscura Radio (And if you don't know what to get that special someone in your life for Christmas, and they like music, I HIGHLY recommend their latest CD. I got it for my birthday and played it continuously for about three months.) (It's swell.)
I cannot believe I went on about how depressed I was about that prostitute (and I really, really was, believe me, no matter how glib I may have sounded) and then skipped over to "yay, I'm getting coffee in bed these days!!" without skipping a beat. This blog is serving lots of purposes in my life right now, but I never thought it would stand as a true testament to my fickle and shallow nature FOR THE WHOLE DAMN WORLD TO SEE AND BE APPALLED AT. Totally crumbed out at myself now. You see, I am a MORNING person, and the sunny bits of fluff, i.e. all the post scripts, were written just after I'd woken up (and been served coffee in bed.) It was a NEW DAY, and garsh, did I feel terrific. Whereas, when I wrote the first part, it was late, I was cranky, and sad, pretty, drug-addicted prostitute was working FIVE BLOCKS AWAY FROM MY HOME as I typed. My mood tends to take a dive as the day wears on, I don't know, maybe I should drink more coffee.
Just call me Little Miss Non Sequitur. (Ooooooh, now THAT'S a good blog name!)
I'm in a panic as I type this, because That Guy is writing a final exam right now, and when he gets home he's gonna totally usurp the computer for the next week or so because he has papers to write. He has no sympathy for me whatsoever when I whine about my blog addiction, which I find incredibly insensitive. And yet, he's addicted too. Oh yeah, he won't admit it, but I've seen him sneaking in on the sly, catching up on what Heather is up to and what's going on in the world of Flotsam. And I think he has a crush on Doctormama, I really do. She looks like a babe from her pictures.
Hey, before I go, I have a question: Are other families going through a box of Christmas oranges every two days? Is this normal? Just wondering.
Your buddy,
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Oh, so he reads my blog now and then, does he? Well, that's hardly fair - I don't get to meet him but he knows all about me! One of these days, I'm just gonna show up at your house unannounced so I can finally see Mr. Ick in person.
Or else we'll try another dinner invitation once his schedule slows down. :-) I want to meet someone who's been defined as a "word warrior"!
Oh yeah Christmas oranges rarely last in my house. My fiance and I may take about 4 days to finish them but they disappear just as they comfortable in their new home.
It's like we're squirrels stalking up for the rest of the year when don't get Christmas oranges!
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