Angry dancing
I have sat and laughed at this all morning.
I go to Hawaii in two weeks. I have but one swimsuit. I have but one battery for my camera, and a mere pair of one-gig memory cards (that will probably last me three hours). I don’t have a big ol’ bundle of cash saved up like I ought to. But am I worried? Hell no.
I woke up with an unbelievably sore neck. It’s like a hundred little gnomes took turns punching me while I slept. Or like I slept with my head turned around 180 degrees. Times like these it would be useful to have a personal masseuse* boyfriend around to work it out for me. I think my sister found my blog. Hey, sis! Welcome to my Emporium of Ceaseless Whining. It’s where my creativity — and my…
[for Thursday, Sept. 13] It’s been absolutely wonderful these past few days. The heat has subsided and in its place has been the most pleasant mid-September weather I can remember. My windows are open and the AC is off. I’ve been wearing a jacket, just because I’ve missed the feel of a hoodie around my neck. I’ve spent my nights sitting out on the balcony, sipping wine and speaking softly to myself about life and…
[for Monday, Sept. 10] Project 365
Tonight roughly after 11:30, there were six or so cop cars with their lights flashing, parked behind the Pizza Cafe in Overton Square. My windows were down, so I heard some kind of alarm going off. Methinks the Pizza Cafe or the bike shop got a brick through the window or some crackhead tried to break in. Anyone got the gossip?
[for Sunday, Sept. 9] When a group of people get together, it’s inevitable that conclusions will arrived at. Last night we conjured some universal truths, including: • Britney Spears’ comeback popped and fizzled out the instant the camera focused on her crusty-ass hair extensions. And the world was simultaneously saddened and relieved, not unlike the feeling you get after vomiting, that she has lost all her mojo and will surely be dropping off the face…
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