*Boggle*
The College sweetheart is named Randall Holloway (aka Randy). Haven't been in contact with him for years, but would love to be.
I just received spam from Randell Halleway.
Now really, did I deserve that?
~*~
Was lured down for afternoon coffee yesterday.
"What can I get for you?"
"I'd like a small half-caf in a medium cup." We're talking Pete's coffee here and it was 4pm. I wanted to
be able to sleep. I need a lot of room for 1/2&1/2. [and have decided I like that spaceless spelling. It looks kinda like a belly dancing step diagram: "Vertical, stretch up and out to the right, bend your knees and curve back to the left, twist yourself into a figure '8' with one leg extended, repeat movements 1, 2, & 3." OK, maybe it's yoga. But this is all based on the spelling and digreses something awful from the narative. When last we left our heroine, she was crawling up a rockstar's veins, no, she had just said:]
"I'd like a small half-caf in a medium cup."
"Can I get you anything else?"
"Absolution for allowing those words to pass my lips."
He thought about it for a long minute. "Absolved."
"Thank you. I have a hard time sounding that yuppie."
"Well, we do have a lot of Young Urban Professionals aroud here. And many of them certainly {air quotes} act {/ac} it. But just the fact that you're aware of it, that you'd say something..." He begins nodding sagely as he goes about making my coffee.
In the end, he was so into our conversation that he forgot to give me a medium cup. But it was a fair trade.
~*~
Beer and Pizza tonight at the house of a dearly missed ex-co-worker with (I hope) a slew of likewise loved and missed ex-co-workers to celebrate the birthday of one of the few still current co-workers from the Old Guard. Woo and hoo. If only the zipper on my favorite jeans hadn't broken last night. (innocently looks anywhere but at the screen) No, wait, the black jeans are clean. I'm in business.
And here I must end, for Mouse has boarded the lap in no uncertain terms and I am no longer limber enough to comfortably reach the keyboard at this angle.
Oh, but, real quick... Smallville last night: four James Masterses. Do you know what a person could *do* with FOUR??? If anyone needs me, I'll be in my happy place.
I just received spam from Randell Halleway.
Now really, did I deserve that?
~*~
Was lured down for afternoon coffee yesterday.
"What can I get for you?"
"I'd like a small half-caf in a medium cup." We're talking Pete's coffee here and it was 4pm. I wanted to
be able to sleep. I need a lot of room for 1/2&1/2. [and have decided I like that spaceless spelling. It looks kinda like a belly dancing step diagram: "Vertical, stretch up and out to the right, bend your knees and curve back to the left, twist yourself into a figure '8' with one leg extended, repeat movements 1, 2, & 3." OK, maybe it's yoga. But this is all based on the spelling and digreses something awful from the narative. When last we left our heroine, she was crawling up a rockstar's veins, no, she had just said:]
"I'd like a small half-caf in a medium cup."
"Can I get you anything else?"
"Absolution for allowing those words to pass my lips."
He thought about it for a long minute. "Absolved."
"Thank you. I have a hard time sounding that yuppie."
"Well, we do have a lot of Young Urban Professionals aroud here. And many of them certainly {air quotes} act {/ac} it. But just the fact that you're aware of it, that you'd say something..." He begins nodding sagely as he goes about making my coffee.
In the end, he was so into our conversation that he forgot to give me a medium cup. But it was a fair trade.
~*~
Beer and Pizza tonight at the house of a dearly missed ex-co-worker with (I hope) a slew of likewise loved and missed ex-co-workers to celebrate the birthday of one of the few still current co-workers from the Old Guard. Woo and hoo. If only the zipper on my favorite jeans hadn't broken last night. (innocently looks anywhere but at the screen) No, wait, the black jeans are clean. I'm in business.
And here I must end, for Mouse has boarded the lap in no uncertain terms and I am no longer limber enough to comfortably reach the keyboard at this angle.
Oh, but, real quick... Smallville last night: four James Masterses. Do you know what a person could *do* with FOUR??? If anyone needs me, I'll be in my happy place.