dreaming
dreaming
about you.
I went to my first book club last week and it was THRILLING. The book that we had to read was Water for Elephants (or something like that) and I finished it in 3 days. It's no Geek Love, that's fo sho. But, I'm in a book club
so
suck
on
that.
I've been avoiding my garden for weeks, venturing out on occasion to steal it's juicy fruit. I went out this weekend and sadly, there was a pole bean disaster. (hi jesus!) I picked up the poles and 'tried' to steady them
but they just fell over again
so I left them.
And stole their beans anyway.
There are now 2 fans (who sought me out, I'm sure there's more) of the Vandertuin on the 9th floor of 4600 and it totally makes me feel happy and good.
On Saturday I went to a Future Cousin Baby Shower and it was lovely. It makes us pine for a beeb.
Lately I've been thinking about:
how much a censored blog sucks
how hard it is to work for your husband
(where are you marriage?!)
how gross and slimy coworkers can be
how gross and slimy men can be
and thanking my lucky stars for books to take my mind off all of the above.
I also appreciate the rebooting of my social, out and about self (you can not cage me)
and the lack of medication.
I've been pondering a post-nuptial agreement for my
state
of
mind
and craving REALLY GOOD MUSIC.
If you send me a mix I will send you five dollars.
If it's good.
Today is Tuesday
and I'm away from the toxic tech center
and grateful for Sputnik
good music (at Sputnik)
Charles Bukowski
husbands
family
my trainer
you
(especially you)
ice cream
you
(you you you)
and old people.
Kick me in the teeth
I hate you
I love you-
Emily
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