oodle-molly oodle-molly golly
whata
day
{Or How I learned to stop worrying and love my WERKSCHMERZ}
A brief haiku:
You came to my work
And saved my ass from darkness,
Samaritan, thou.
You - Smart and Pretty.
Me - Really freaking glad, since
My ass was chafing.
Bringer of breakfast,
Your levity makes the chores
Easier to bear.
Along with Idalicious, Big Z came to visit for awhile today. I have not had a day so
A) of all - Productive
and
B) of all - Enjoyable
in I don’t know how long. As someone I love once said to me, “Thank God for theatre. And sweet friends.”
TONIGHT! I am going to the Pacific Northwest Ballet to see some fine dance. Sjet is coming along. So is Daniel. Matthew said dance makes his brain hurt, so he is not coming. I hope Molly is coming. That would be sweet.
HOLY MARY, MOTHER OF CRAP!
I was just talking about you this weekend. You are getting an email from me, pronto!
Yay!
In the meantime, I’m squatting your blog. Have any extra blankets? It’s 11pm and there’s nothing to do.
BTW, freesia… I remember quite well that that was your favorite scent for foofy girl bathroom thingies.
Ex-roommate stalker, dassmee.
Seriously. Nearly midnight, not a fucking thing to do.
Alicia…?
Alicia!
Alicia.
…Lori