On Mercury I'd be 120.4 years old.
This is not: any of the summer movies, reading (subsection), or activities, or state of the state posts.
The most inadequate thanks to all of my awesome friends, near and far, who, for whatever inexplicable reasons, continue to allow me around them (did you hit your heads? You probably get that checked out).
Every ridiculous thing I posted last time this rolled around: still true.
Quietly beaming about dinner out tonight w/ the local ladies: fancy dresses! Sushi! Cannoli and/or gelato (this is why I'm a 'both/and' personality, not an 'either/or')! But mainly: time with frozenemerald and spiritedartist until we see each other again at the turkey break (ha).
On the materialistic front, gave myself:
Anyway, the main point. While waiting for the fabric to dry, I flipped my Genius Switch and effortlessly composed some brilliant poetry to mark this glorious moment in time. Thus, "Cheery, Optimistic 2:30 A.M. Natal Haiku":
O mortality!
The cold press of dwindling years!
Blah blah blah blah blah.
O, slack, forsooth
wherefore the grave draws nigh:
drink up! Time to die.
Worms, worms, worms! Nibbling!
on my flesh. At least they are
not in my brain: yay!
Thanks, global warming:
getting endless summer for
birthday after all!
No time left! Where be
the time-turners, I ask you.
Won't abuse one much.
Preserve my brain in
a jar? I would totally
do it, yep: "what's next?"
Another day this
side of the grass: confetti
for everyone, yay!
Cannoli, gelato,
cheesecake, chocolate Bourbon
pecan pie: oh, yes.
Haiku equation:
Sleep: 5 of 22 hrs
plus lots of caffeine.
Editors note lack
(blatant!) of "wackadoo" as
value in prior.
Haven't played Twister
in 19 years. Better or
worse now, I wonder?
If I bake, this time
I'll remember to cool the
cake before frosting..
*those syllables totally fit if you squash 'em right.
The most inadequate thanks to all of my awesome friends, near and far, who, for whatever inexplicable reasons, continue to allow me around them (did you hit your heads? You probably get that checked out).
Every ridiculous thing I posted last time this rolled around: still true.
Quietly beaming about dinner out tonight w/ the local ladies: fancy dresses! Sushi! Cannoli and/or gelato (this is why I'm a 'both/and' personality, not an 'either/or')! But mainly: time with frozenemerald and spiritedartist until we see each other again at the turkey break (ha).
On the materialistic front, gave myself:
- perfume! Feeding the Dead was a BPAL I ardently swooned over back when, and stupidly didn't get, but lo! courtesy of naeelah's cleaning out her mammoth and perhaps even gargantuan horde, now I can smell like cake-beer-sugar any time I want.
- last-minute project placeholder: technically not finished yet, but we'll see.
Anyway, the main point. While waiting for the fabric to dry, I flipped my Genius Switch and effortlessly composed some brilliant poetry to mark this glorious moment in time. Thus, "Cheery, Optimistic 2:30 A.M. Natal Haiku":
O mortality!
The cold press of dwindling years!
Blah blah blah blah blah.
O, slack, forsooth
wherefore the grave draws nigh:
drink up! Time to die.
Worms, worms, worms! Nibbling!
on my flesh. At least they are
not in my brain: yay!
Thanks, global warming:
getting endless summer for
birthday after all!
No time left! Where be
the time-turners, I ask you.
Won't abuse one much.
Preserve my brain in
a jar? I would totally
do it, yep: "what's next?"
Another day this
side of the grass: confetti
for everyone, yay!
Cannoli, gelato,
cheesecake, chocolate Bourbon
pecan pie: oh, yes.
Haiku equation:
Sleep: 5 of 22 hrs
plus lots of caffeine.
Editors note lack
(blatant!) of "wackadoo" as
value in prior.
Haven't played Twister
in 19 years. Better or
worse now, I wonder?
If I bake, this time
I'll remember to cool the
cake before frosting..
*those syllables totally fit if you squash 'em right.