Feb 18, 2006 10:18
The man with the violin made me feel like I was in the right place at the right time, so I gave him maybe too much change. But I think he had two brains. I wish he was in my picture-perfect island life that consists of white linens and an iguana climbing on my canopy bed; but I'm not alarmed. If this really happened, I'd read Wide Sargasso Sea. If this never happens, I will read Wide Sargasso Sea.
I have high hopes that my Sephora rose body cream will make me feel like Lauren. Either way, my 11th pizza will be free.
Imagine my shock and surprise, fear and loathing, pain and death, when my beignet au chocolat revealed to me NOT CHOCOLATE, but nutella! I promptly gave the donut to my significant other. I hope that wasn't mean.
Again I ask, do I LOOK American? Walk the Line is playing in English only every OTHER showing, and I'm glad she told me, but how did she know?
I'm gradually weaning myself from sleep. Last night: 8.5 hours. Tonight: less.
At 1:30am I began making origami, something called "fancy box."
A few mysteries that need solving: Windows Media Player, the whole thing. And how to make my font really tiny and verdana forever.
Inexpensive and simple room decor ideas easily transferred intercontinentally, GO!
I feel literarily evasive today. I like it.