Snowing. Alot. If feel like I should be listening to NSYNC's Xmas album. Ugh.
First day of Advent today. Countdown to doom, I suppose.
The great thing about being Episcopalian is that you get all the pagentry and ritual of the Catholic Church on the important holdidays without having to say countless rosaries if you have sex in anything but the missionary style once a week. Allegedly it comes without the guilt, but since my family still acts Irish Catholic I couldn't tell you if it's there or not.
Epsicopalians are so English. If someone insults them, they don't insult them back, they just don't ask them to dinner. Diet Catholicism- all the taste, none of the calories. Ha, ha.
Had the annual "We should celebrate Haunaka instead of Christmas" talk with Mom. Once again she didn't fall for it. It's just as well, I guess, since I can't even spell it.
I'm cold, but I'm not putting on my fleece. I rely too much on it. I need to learn to adjust myself temperature wise instead of constantly covering myself up. Although, it doesn't seem like such a good idea to wear a tank top in a cold room while I'm sick.
But it's such a nice tank top!
It's black. It's the shorter version of what Alice wore in the Resident Evil movie. It looks great with my cargo pants. It's the best twenty two dollars I've ever spent.
I shoulda called Anna over the weekend. I didn't. Oy. One of these days, we're going to get together and cause some real damage. Yes, yes we will.
I sent Maurice a picture. This is what he wrote back:
"Hey beautiful, looking good, I think Im gonna have to put a mask on you when we go out, to keep the guys from trying to holla at you."
If anyone of my other guy friends, or boyfriends, or whatever, said that to me, I'd punch him right into next Tuesday.
But when Maurice said it, it made me giggle. Why
I hate the way time keeps moving forward. I wish it would stop. Or rewind.
The great thing about being Episcopalian is that you get all the pagentry and ritual of the Catholic Church on the important holdidays without having to say countless rosaries if you have sex in anything but the missionary style once a week. Allegedly it comes without the guilt, but since my family still acts Irish Catholic I couldn't tell you if it's there or not.
Epsicopalians are so English. If someone insults them, they don't insult them back, they just don't ask them to dinner. Diet Catholicism- all the taste, none of the calories. Ha, ha.
Had the annual "We should celebrate Haunaka instead of Christmas" talk with Mom. Once again she didn't fall for it. It's just as well, I guess, since I can't even spell it.
I'm cold, but I'm not putting on my fleece. I rely too much on it. I need to learn to adjust myself temperature wise instead of constantly covering myself up. Although, it doesn't seem like such a good idea to wear a tank top in a cold room while I'm sick.
But it's such a nice tank top!
It's black. It's the shorter version of what Alice wore in the Resident Evil movie. It looks great with my cargo pants. It's the best twenty two dollars I've ever spent.
I shoulda called Anna over the weekend. I didn't. Oy. One of these days, we're going to get together and cause some real damage. Yes, yes we will.
I sent Maurice a picture. This is what he wrote back:
"Hey beautiful, looking good, I think Im gonna have to put a mask on you when we go out, to keep the guys from trying to holla at you."
If anyone of my other guy friends, or boyfriends, or whatever, said that to me, I'd punch him right into next Tuesday.
But when Maurice said it, it made me giggle. Why
I hate the way time keeps moving forward. I wish it would stop. Or rewind.