In which I have not much to say, but, because I’m first-born and self-important, I’ll say it anyway.
Today I saw my sweet girl V. I went to her house up the block and she gave me milk, because the milk in our house had gone sour. (Which means someone drank out of the container, which pisses me off. DO NOT DRINK out of DAIRY CONTAINERS, EVER.) I needed the milk for my cardamom latte.
Then I came home and knit (knitted) for a wee bit, took a power nap, and got up and made a ginormous salad and a cheese omelet and watched BBC America on Iowa Public Television. And knit. And then my roomies came home and locked themselves in the bathroom for awhile. Then I took Truck on an errand to the store, and brought him home, and we totally forgot to get toilet paper for fuck’s sake, and now I’m going to Gorgeous’s “Hahaiin” going-away party at the Dead Cock:
Gorgeous is moving to Hawaii. I hate her. Let’s not discuss it any further.
Truck’s talking to me about a gig he did once. He just said “androgyne,” which totally fucking cracked me up. Some people can’t spell Hawaii, others use androgyne in conversation. Isn’t the world neato?
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maybe they were out of W’s so they used an M? Or is that a hand-lettered sign?
It’s hand-lettered. Glue and glitter. -m
Hey, come borrow milk any time. (And it was very kind of you not to mention that I had come by to beg for your technical expertise!)
Hah. Everyone wants me… for my brain. đŸ˜‰ -m
Don’t they though!
And me being the mother of 3, owner of a cat, and neighbor to a mushlette– they just want me for my milk. đŸ˜‰
Hah! -m