I need to put somethin in my body that will actually nurish it, but alas, today is Sunday and Johnny D's is closed!!!! What is a Rachel to do without her favorite produce man to tell her how to pick out the freshest smoothy ingredience
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So Rachel, I've finally gotten back to reading your LJ again... forgive me for being a slacker... but honestly blogging is something I am new to. I have a blog, or had should I say... called Blue Mettle Organ which was some really fantastic play on words that I no longer remeber but can be viewed at:
http://bluemettleorgan.blogspot.com/
it is fiction, 100% fiction, in a voice that is supposed to be as far from my own as I could make it, meaning the character is supposed to be totally unlike me, but then, maybe I should say the character and not the voice because the voice... we'll if I think about, sounds like me, just not things I would do or say or focus on. :) Anyway, you might like it cause I mention mac and cheese, body hair, and sex in the span of some 500 words or so. The idea behind these posts were to be the basis of a novel... one that, once I got started... I found that someone else had already written and so... I kind of abandonned. Silly me, there;s nothing new under the sun. But I digress...
Sis, you sound like you're really having a great time over all... the fact that you said Boston is feeling like a home to you now, the roomate situation, with all its drama and hilarity, is (in my book) a precious thing. Yeah, Bart seems like he's a little... something, I don't know... romantically manic? I mean, maybe he is pretty distracted by things going on with his family/personal life, but seriously, he sounds not 32, but 18. Maybe he's trying to relive the "glory years" of being a kid out on his own again... so me trying to be big brother or something (feel free to laugh at me and disregard), but enjoy his comapny... just be mindful of his rabbit state of mind (rabbit meaning several things, but mostly a propinsity for changing mind and direction completely at random and with amazing/unpredictable speed... and I know rabbits... your mom's dog, the one she had at the time you were born... chased my little black rabbit around your back yard until the rabbit just threw itself into the air, went stiff, and pretended to be dead (screaming all the while), which scared the ppo out of your dog, and then the rabbit just went on its way... as if everything were just peachy. Bart the rabbit head. Now there's some sophisticated brotherly perception for you... sheesh... better go back to my glass of wine or something. 8)
Brother J
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I will find your blog as soon as I get my wind back from laughing. I wish I could have met your pet rabbit, it sounds like quite the character.
Do you remember if it was the black dog or the brown/red/blond dog?
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