Well, I say! Thirty-seven days till one leaves for dear old Blighty! One can’t believe its bin four yeaaars since one’s last vacatiohn or foray into exotic culture. ‘Ello, Guvnah! (What does that mean?) No smackberry, no cell phone, no crap online dating. I might not ever return.
Hm – I put the next sentence into [...]
Entries from February 2007
February 26, 2007
jolly good show old bean!
February 22, 2007
i’m no hero
Nine years of piano, five years of violin, another four of viola and one year of acoustic guitar lessons. Let’s not count the two years of voice as they only made my voice slightly less intolerable. All those music lessons never prepared me for this insanely addictive PS2 game called Guitar Hero.
I spent parts of [...]
February 13, 2007
lack of comments
Nobody comments anymore. Why is that?
Like many of you, I am praying to the snow gods to grant us a day off tomorrow. The karma I’m sending to that nice weather guy on channel four is paying off. Evidently the icing situation is going to be worse than previously anticipated. Huzzah! Come on “dangerous/treacherous conditions”! Mama [...]
February 10, 2007
the children’s books that stuck
The Silver Fox has tagged me with a good book meme – this one required some reflection and research as it has been over two decades since I was a kid. The goal: to list five books that played an important role in your childhood, and explain why. Then you tag five other people. This will [...]
February 9, 2007
support the arts, or (to steal the Bunny’s line) i will cut you
What a tough week. Performance review = on target (yet nothing really positive from the bosses). Love outlook = gloomy. Meaningless sex outlook = overwhelming.
I came very close to cancelling my plans tonight and just going home and wallowing. I had a ticket to see Vigils at Woolly Mammoth Theatre and had just joined their Club [...]
February 4, 2007
done with casual sex
I didn’t realize it till tonight, but I think I’m finished with casual sex. Or, at least I’m done with casual sex with most men. I want love. I want to be, at least, slightly swept off my feet. I want someone to like me more than just for the pretty. I want someone to [...]
