I am now taking applications for a handsome young man to rub aloe on my shoulders all day. The position may also include occasional drink fetching. Conversational skills a plus but not required. Compensation and benefits are negotiable.
call her green, for the children who’ve made her
Archive for April, 2007
Coming back from lunch, a purple flower bud dropped from one of the trees and landed at my feet. I picked it up, because that’s just what you do when the world drops something at your feet, and now I’m sitting at my desk dissecting it with the aid of the tweezers from my Swiss [...]
If you want to get people to give to charity, I have discovered the secret: Have your canvassers be personable young men who like to buy girls coffee. It totally totally works.
So I ended up leaving work late last night due to poor planning on several people’s parts (only one of whom was me) which means that I missed my orchestra rehearsal. (Honestly, I’m not sure how I turned into the sort of person who has all these scheduled activities. I’m not sure I like it. [...]
So leave the ways that are making you be what you really don’t want to be Leave the ways that are making you love what you really don’t want to love
Maybe I should get a red alarm clock.
Ok, so now I have a red futon, a red chair, red drapes, and cushions on the floor. My apartment seems to be turning into a bit of a bordello, only without the sex. I’m not sure if that makes it better or worse, really.
Yesterday was my first official Barefoot Day of the year. Yea, there was glee, and verily, there was madness, and now my feet are sticky. Freedom is always messy.
Last night, for the first time ever, I sat down with my fiddle and played notes in an order that no one else had ever played them in before. It wasn’t a song, and it wasn’t anything I can really remember, because it owed very little to my conscious mind. It was just melody, and [...]
“Polar bear cub Knut was defiant in the face of death threats.”