Update, etc
I know things are bad when Cassie posts more LJ entries than I do.
ha.
This past weekend . . . I suppose I could write about it.
Thursday night, Gerry appeared. He brought me daisies. They had been glitter-i-fied. Ew.
Friday night, Chris-Luke arrived. Us four went to P.F. Changs.
Saturday, we loafed around. I made a flannel/felt Humpty Dumpty. It looked pretty good.
Sunday, we went to the Renaissance Faire. There were men in kilts because it was Celtic Weekend. I told Gerry he needs a kilt.
But then I would attack him.
Hmm.
Chris-Luke left on Monday morning. I didn't see him or anything because I was, um, indisposed at the time. I waved, truly I did. It was nice seeing him. Although, man, I forgot how much he ignores social taboos. Whoa! Now, don't get me wrong, I didn't mind. I just don't expect to hear words like . . . well . . .
Aww man, do I have to type them?
Can't you all use your imagination?
Gerry left Tuesday morning. It was by far the worst parting ever. Or rather, it was the most painful. I would have given anything to have had just one more hour . . .
I discovered that underneath his usually worried and serious demeanor, there lurks a very very very funny Gerry.
And, although there are tales to be told, none shall be said.
NANOWRIMO is almost upon us. Chris-Luke said he's going to write a romance. I feel like doing the same, simply because I find it truly something that which is nothing like me.
I find myself rebelling . . . I don't always want to be the Anne everyone knows. I don't know how I want to be different, or even why I want to be different, I just . . . do.
Work has been okay, I guess. Stress here and there. Kit needs a kick in the face or the ass or something because she hasn't done a damned thing for two weeks now.
But who am I to say anything?
I wish someone would tell me if I get the days I requested off. I have tickets to buy!
Hmm. Appointments.
Anyways, I have a bunch of flannel/felt things to do for Monday.
I feel so tired.
I've started writing poetry again.
The one is pretty good.
Amazingly.
Cassie and I are going to return to the Ren Faire. Dunno when, though. Should be soon . . . only so many weekends . . .
Cindy said about me when I was getting a dog. I said, "Oh probably December. His name'll be Gerry."
Cindy said, "You're naming the dog after your boyfriend?"
I looked up at her and her eyes widened and she said, "Oh."
I shrugged. "It's possible."
ha.
This past weekend . . . I suppose I could write about it.
Thursday night, Gerry appeared. He brought me daisies. They had been glitter-i-fied. Ew.
Friday night, Chris-Luke arrived. Us four went to P.F. Changs.
Saturday, we loafed around. I made a flannel/felt Humpty Dumpty. It looked pretty good.
Sunday, we went to the Renaissance Faire. There were men in kilts because it was Celtic Weekend. I told Gerry he needs a kilt.
But then I would attack him.
Hmm.
Chris-Luke left on Monday morning. I didn't see him or anything because I was, um, indisposed at the time. I waved, truly I did. It was nice seeing him. Although, man, I forgot how much he ignores social taboos. Whoa! Now, don't get me wrong, I didn't mind. I just don't expect to hear words like . . . well . . .
Aww man, do I have to type them?
Can't you all use your imagination?
Gerry left Tuesday morning. It was by far the worst parting ever. Or rather, it was the most painful. I would have given anything to have had just one more hour . . .
I discovered that underneath his usually worried and serious demeanor, there lurks a very very very funny Gerry.
And, although there are tales to be told, none shall be said.
NANOWRIMO is almost upon us. Chris-Luke said he's going to write a romance. I feel like doing the same, simply because I find it truly something that which is nothing like me.
I find myself rebelling . . . I don't always want to be the Anne everyone knows. I don't know how I want to be different, or even why I want to be different, I just . . . do.
Work has been okay, I guess. Stress here and there. Kit needs a kick in the face or the ass or something because she hasn't done a damned thing for two weeks now.
But who am I to say anything?
I wish someone would tell me if I get the days I requested off. I have tickets to buy!
Hmm. Appointments.
Anyways, I have a bunch of flannel/felt things to do for Monday.
I feel so tired.
I've started writing poetry again.
The one is pretty good.
Amazingly.
Cassie and I are going to return to the Ren Faire. Dunno when, though. Should be soon . . . only so many weekends . . .
Cindy said about me when I was getting a dog. I said, "Oh probably December. His name'll be Gerry."
Cindy said, "You're naming the dog after your boyfriend?"
I looked up at her and her eyes widened and she said, "Oh."
I shrugged. "It's possible."