I like your garden fairy. That's truly lovely. Your landlord may suck, but you've got sweet neighbors (which is why I'm sweltering.)
And reminds me that it is probably safe now to replant my balcony buckets. Of course, there's an astronaut visit in May, and every time they are scheduled to come here in the past 5 years, we get a snowstorm that cancels it. However, for once, maybe I should try to go and get autographs for people.
The temp dropped here because we had a thunderstorm (with lightning and everything!)
I'd kill for a thunderstorm. Not just cause I like them, obviously. It's supposed to cool down (which, had I a/c, I'd be booing, but this apartment was built with the assumption of a/c) tomorrow. I'm cycling between "oh, it's not that bad" and "holy fuck!"
Some doogooder sent me the link to this documentary
I do not think that word means what they think it means. Either that or you misspelled jackhole.
I'm thinking more obtuse than jackholish but yeah, fucking weird what some people think is "helpful."
Allyson, is this a new apartment? It's cool what you guys have started in your little garden space. In our college apartment, the Garden Fairy left us empty beer cans and cigarette butts.
Well, the baby in the documentary lives, so maybe that was what prompted it. But yeah. clueless.
our house is a toasty 70 degrees but in the AM it will be closer to 62 or so.
Gah, Kat. People.
Allyson, I am so excited about your little community garden.
Baby Got Back - Gilbert and Sullivan Style
With singing and dancing pirates.
eta:
I'm not sure anybody else has pointed this out -- that's a young Kevin Kline as the pirate king. This is from a 1980 production of the Pirates of Penzance.
that's a young Kevin Kline as the pirate king. This is from a 1980 production of the Pirates of Penzance
And which made for several viewings of that particular theatrical work by Amy and me. Mmmm, Kevin Kline as the Pirate King.
Crap. What's sarameg's last name? Anyone? Crap.
I'm so tired.
I'm sorry Allyson, I can't remember.
And Kat, I'm sorry that someone sent you to that link. ooph.
This whole mess is dedicated to the following crazypeople:
Tim, for crushing my fear under the boot of the writer.
The Vampire People, for a lifetime of great stories.
And to my parents, for everything else (and that's a lot).
Yeah? No? I'm going craxy!
Is anyone even awake?
