blather: quiche ennui
so I come home today brooding with the kind of generalized ennui that can only be achieved by riding the bike car on CalTrain for an hour, the car with the older, disturbed fella chanting, "End of the line! End of the line!" every couple of minutes while people crowd against and on top of each other in irritation, and I'm hoping somehow the organic tomato vegan quiche I purchased at the local co-op will dispel my vague discontent, when I log on to discover someone--an anonymous-type someone--has gifted me with a baby polar bear of More Joy, hoping it will gladden my heart.
and it does, is the thing, along with the lovely rubber ducky dragonflymuse gave me.
so, thanks, guys. I'm gonna go eat my quiche. and maybe write myself a nice, cozy PWP with Fraser on the bottom (who loves ya, baby?) to give my ya-yas a little work out.
and it does, is the thing, along with the lovely rubber ducky dragonflymuse gave me.
so, thanks, guys. I'm gonna go eat my quiche. and maybe write myself a nice, cozy PWP with Fraser on the bottom (who loves ya, baby?) to give my ya-yas a little work out.