And today, just as suddenly, I am back on track to being all right again. Well, except for being dashedly exhausted. Oy!

I( The Yellow Brick Shit House... )

 Going to Anoka's Mad Hatter Tea Room for a three-course tea w/Superior Ronda this morning. Later today: a fish fry in Fridley w/Ronda, her DH & some of their friends!

As an afterthought that's not entirely as grim as my dreams ( Read more... )

  Well, it's official: Southern Brit is going back home. I instinctively knew this, yet it's always fun to deny the things that cause you an inkle of disappointment & pre-grieving. Does that sound far too dramatic? I suppose it does. Eh. What can I say? I've said in the past that I felt as if I've always known him. He has passed in & out of my life ( Read more... )

 When I was younger, I didn't blush as much.

Now I blush all of the time. Quite annoying.

However, apparently this trend is charming. Especially when I am trying to figure out if the Jimmie Johns guy is flirting with me. He's my age & fairly handsome.

People, I need a brick so that I may render myself unconscious, every now & then. It really ( Read more... )

 My fortune cookie fortune: "You will meet up with old friends."
 I thought it wasn't the most brilliant of fortunes, my friends being at least 40 minutes away & all, but there it was.

My cell phone, which I normally have turned off after I'm home from work, rings at 11:25pm. Well, it plays a funky techno tune, but that's beside the point. I look at ( Read more... )

The month is slipping away. I'd go chasing after it, but I have this sneaking suspicion that all I'd find is snow, yuck!

AND!
An official invite for Friends-- or  those who are interested:
I will be having my official Unbirthday gathering (whether it's just me, Weasel & my mom or a few more) in Hastings at Schaar's Bluff, come Sunday, September 27th ( Read more... )

 Fuck. Something is very wrong. I feel it, am spinning with it, and I don't know who it is, sunofabitch.

Perhaps I'm reading the sensation incorrectly (like that's never happened before), but it feels wrong-- not like it's something really impossibly awesome or such.

Fuckity-fuckity.

Hurry up, somebody. Give me some news.

  Hmmm, the power of extended networks on the Internets...  I forgot to mention here (though I Tweeted) that a former much-beloved penpal (yes, we actually sent letters, imagine that) contacted me through Facebook. He bopped in just to say "Hey, do you remember me?" I thought it was pretty awesome. He's an Englishman who spent about 20 years in ( Read more... )

 It was easier to be invisible & somewhat anonymous... no one could be blamed for disappointment or shock. Or wanting to very quietly, Run Away ( Read more... )