HA! Any dream where you get upset about both Starbucks and Flickr is funny to me.
The big clothing sort is happening still. Good bye Skinny Clothes, I barely knew ya.
William ,'Conversations with Dead People'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
HA! Any dream where you get upset about both Starbucks and Flickr is funny to me.
The big clothing sort is happening still. Good bye Skinny Clothes, I barely knew ya.
I have no idea how Starbucks worked its way in there. Maybe viral marketing or something.
Dude, viral marketing dreams seems really evil. Just up Starbucks's alley. And I like Starbucks, don't get me wrong.
I'm so resistant to finishing this whole sorting project.
I think what I need is one of those light alarm thingies. Because even with the alarm going off, my body just does not believe that it's supposed to get up while it's pitch dark outside.
I'm so resistant to finishing this whole sorting project.
Wrap (or use pretty boxes) up the stuff going away for another day so that you can pretend they are presents for your future self!
OK, that sounded less lame in my head. It's still too early.
No. It's not lame. It's more like, "Good-bye skinny clothes! I hope to fit in your size 4-ness again one day. Maybe this time next year? Except you are all spring and summer weight, so maybe in spring 2008."
Then I get panicky and depressed as I pull on a pair of drawstring pants and a fuzzy almost terry-cloth like pullover.
Jesse, I totally need one of those too. And more heat.
Except rumor has it that it is supposed to be 84 degrees today. WTF?
Monday.
Monday.
Monday Monday Monday Monday Monday....
Nope, the word still retains its meaning.
Except rumor has it that it is supposed to be 84 degrees today. WTF?
Your side of the Earth is too close to the sun....
This morning I got a little freaked out that there was a slight gas smell in the apartment. Then I noticed that it was stronger near the window. Asked Bob to open the window and take a sniff. He reported, "Oh my god, it smells like if you had a friend made of gas, and you invited him over and he cut one." Another sniff out the window. "It's like the whole city farted at once!"
Gas-like odor permeates Manhattan.