I have a see-through bomber jacket that begs to be worn. What kind of religious figure can I be in that? Goddess of motorcycles? Goddess of camp? Did David Bowie ever wear see-though bomber jackets?
Next week I am going to party. We've been...
Here are some of my choices: Grow my hair really long really fast and be the Birth of Venus. Carry a pair of scissors and be Delilah. David Bowie: Rock God. Thoughts? Suggestions?
I'm throwing a pool party
This probably goes against the Code of Housesitters Everywhere.
Throw my BFF a party.
katiecoyle: WOMEN WRITING THE WEIRD Ooooh, boy, are you guys ever going to get sick of hearing about this, but I have a story coming out in an anthology called Women Writing the Weird later this year. Sometimes I think that if I had ever thought to devise a list of desired accomplishments, to be published in an anthology called Women Writing the Weird would have been right at the top of the...
Last night some guy told my boss, the chef, that she looked tired. He told me he liked my presence, you look 20, you don’t have that snooty air of most girls from where-I’m-from, I saw you making lustful eyes at me from across the room, women 20 through 25 are my prime range for marrying, I’m married, you’re nearing the end of your good years, no really thanks for being...
I am housesitting again
Here is why: 1. Rainshower 2. Pool Unfortunately the internet on my computer is broken so I’m doing much tumbling. I spend most of my time working and sweating. The two are not mutually exclusive, unfortunately. Hope you’re all beating the heat with a cocktail-induced daze.
Two Notes About Sex
1. I had a sexy dream about a coworker the other night. I couldn’t help it. He caught me totally off guard when he stopped by the cafe that afternoon in his park ranger uniform. 2. When my sister and I are hanging out in my room and she is bored, she pulls down my box set of The Joy of Sex and More Joy of Sex for perusing.
Having a mild panic attack about my future wooo!
Today, so far
I cried thinking about Neville Longbottom, Warrior.
Heading to Pittsburgh for a few days to hang with Katie and cry all the tears at HP7pt2.
the-hurricane-k-reigns-here: curliestofcrowns: victoryjobs: I want to invent an Oscar category for Most Triumphant Emergence From Puberty just so I can give it to Matthew Lewis. HA I am convinced that the casting directors made sure all the actors had attractive parents to ensure they would become foxy people when they grew up. I have always been Team Neville.
Why is Hermione saddled with Unattractive Pissy Ron for life, instead of being a...– Sometimes I read something Nicole’s written for The Hairpin and I curse the Gods who keep us apart geographically because I think we’d be good friends. (via michelledean) Well, maybe so… But mostly: “Why are we so old now, and why does it all have to end?”
Today, by the numbers
6.5: hour of the morning I got up 5: stitches removed 2: naps taken 1: customer I saw reading Harry Potter 40: percent tip she left me after I chatted excitedly with her about the movie 4: rainshowers 60: minutes of sweaty, sweaty yoga 3: ladies I went out to cocktails with 2: types of cocktail-carafes we ordered 1: drink spilled down my dress 11: bedtime
katiecoyle: I don’t want this post to come across the wrong way*, but basically, someone I know has gotten engaged or married every other day in the last week, and meanwhile the most pressing matter on my mind is what slogan to use on the homemade Harry Potter t-shirt** I’ll be making next week, when Alice comes to visit for the midnight premiere. (*The wrong way for this to come across would...
I just sang "I get my stitches out today" to...
Needlessly to say, I pumped.
Independence Day on the Shore
There was beer and barbecue and rain and family dance parties and pink cocktails and flasks for the road and fireworks and crowds and people from middle school and people from high school and this morning there was scrapple and pork roll and egg piles and headaches and watching Merrie Melodies in bed and now we are going to a neighbor’s pool before heading to the beach. Sometimes this is a...