Hip Hop versions of old standards are pretty fundamental to hip-hop.

But this isn't really a hip-hop version. It's just a version.

I'd forgotten this until now, but t bob likes carrots I struck up a conversation with an elderly black lady in one of those scooters like you see at the grocery store. Turns out she lives in the elder-apartments on the stadium site. She'd been out there since the first racer (wheelchair-but they are more like recumbent bikes with hand pedals) had passed. She was cheering things like "Run like the wind! I can't walk, you run it for me!" and complimented every costume (there were tiaras and tutus, hot dogs and coffee cups, video game character and just random.) She was planning on staying out there until her carers told her the last of them had passed and they reopened the roads. "I never was an athlete, don't know why they run. But it's a thing of beauty to watch." Her friends and carers would come out to make sure she was warm enough and bring her food. But by god, she wasn't going in until the end.

People like her are why I love this city and neighborhood.

Ah, the carrots tag never closes. What is the statute of limitations on infatuation?

I got my new tattoo today. I got a rose on my thigh.

Yay!

Why can I not find the one fucking receipt I need? Curse you, chaos and entropy.

What is the statute of limitations on infatuation?

Yeah, I think by this point you can call it a committed relationship.

So I was worked up about making a multimedia presentation for the Sunday School class at this event tomorrow. Got there tonight and asked, was I doing a class? Oh yes, they said, the junior high. Dude. A) Totally relieved because I can handle junior high kids. But B) seriously, they should have told me this before. I would have brought completely different stuff. And now I'm procrastinating on prep for that. I think I'm just going to wing it. I'm pretty tired and I need to be in there early tomorrow.

Here's my tat. It's still shiny.

Why can I not find the one fucking receipt I need? Curse you, chaos and entropy.

Has Tino visited you lately?

Here's my tat. It's still shiny.

PURTY

Why can I not find the one fucking receipt I need?

It's run off with my gift certificate.

Yay marathoners, and saras neighbors.

Perkins, you're going to love having a housecleaner! I've scaled mine back to ad hoc, usually just before guests come. Mostly so that I don't have to mop all of my hardwood floors myself!

Hardwood floors is totally why I'm contemplatin one! My roomie and I are mostly doing ok keeping the kitchen and living room under control, but neither of us is deep cleaning, just doing dishes and picking stuff up.

Oh, and my day has been spent at a gay dance convention, doing west coast swing, waltz, and two-step classes, and I'm going to the ball tonight!