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I meant to get all my ducks in a row last night but I ended up eating crackers and soft cheese and watching Basic Instinct. Then I started the pre-packing debate. I've decided I want to carry on. I know it's a 6 day trip, but I want to be light and mobile. You know what it all boils down to? Bringing the right shoes. It's so hard to make the right decisions. The cutest ones usually don't match as many things and aren't as good for walking. But you always want one complete “go out, knock ‘em dead” outfit. And three pairs of shoes take up as much room as all the clothes I need. I decided to wear one pair, pack two, and buy a pair if I need them. I think. The whole point of pre-packing is that it gives you time to change your mind.
I held my girl so tightly last night. I'm gonna miss her like crazy. This morning someone in an apartment building dumped rice and beans on us during our morning walk. Nothing says good morning like a shower of pintos from the 6th floor.
Today I left an email with Luke's work address and a voicemail on his cell. The message I left was irritated and defeated and went something like, "I guess you've stopped checking your email. I'm leaving for London tomorrow. If you can't come and have a cup of coffee, I'd appreciate a call." I don't expect a call. The message was just so that he can't later claim that he never got my emails and forgot I was coming over. Cross another one off the Christmas card list. I've been dumping a lot of boy cargo lately.
Ok, he just called. Oops. My bad. I admit it. My friend Janet just yelled at me, "At least give them a CHANCE to be assholes!" She's right. I'm getting too accustomed to bad behavior, and being overlooked. But let me say that Luke sounded TRES weird on the phone. Like hoppy coke-man Luke. Wired.
I had a Hagan Daaz sponsored spastic episode yesterday. We have those little chocolate covered mini ice creams in the freeze, and I couldn't stop eating them. And then I realized that they had the full-sized version- creamy vanilla ice-cream cloaked in rich dark chocolate- and I actually talked dirty to it on my way from the freezer to my desk. I'm too ashamed to lie about it.
I love lamp.
I held my girl so tightly last night. I'm gonna miss her like crazy. This morning someone in an apartment building dumped rice and beans on us during our morning walk. Nothing says good morning like a shower of pintos from the 6th floor.
Today I left an email with Luke's work address and a voicemail on his cell. The message I left was irritated and defeated and went something like, "I guess you've stopped checking your email. I'm leaving for London tomorrow. If you can't come and have a cup of coffee, I'd appreciate a call." I don't expect a call. The message was just so that he can't later claim that he never got my emails and forgot I was coming over. Cross another one off the Christmas card list. I've been dumping a lot of boy cargo lately.
Ok, he just called. Oops. My bad. I admit it. My friend Janet just yelled at me, "At least give them a CHANCE to be assholes!" She's right. I'm getting too accustomed to bad behavior, and being overlooked. But let me say that Luke sounded TRES weird on the phone. Like hoppy coke-man Luke. Wired.
I had a Hagan Daaz sponsored spastic episode yesterday. We have those little chocolate covered mini ice creams in the freeze, and I couldn't stop eating them. And then I realized that they had the full-sized version- creamy vanilla ice-cream cloaked in rich dark chocolate- and I actually talked dirty to it on my way from the freezer to my desk. I'm too ashamed to lie about it.
I love lamp.