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She sent me a book that I can’t put down and so now I am not sleeping – it’s called Tiny Ladies in Shiny Pants by Jill Soloway and it is hysterical – first of all the card she sent was great – it said “When our story is told, and it will be told in song and fable and interpretive dance and puppet show, people will weep with joy, and through sobs, say, “Today…
Today at high noon after getting back from Home Depot with C and a lot of mortar, K asked me what my sign is – I said what? – your sign, I bet you are a Leo. No, I said increduously (not at his lack of zodiac radar but at the question itself), I’m not a Leo. “A Scorpio,” he said. “No, not a Leo or Scorpio, not even close,” and I’m thinking I can’t…
Seems like Honore’s message to us is just what you would expect from this great man: New Orleans is going to be a better city when the massive rebuildling effort is completed, he is quoted in the Times Picayune as saying – but it’s going to take years of hard work. What the storm undid in 24 hours took 200-and-some-odd years to develop – We need to remember: If we want it bad, we’ll get…
A few people who evacuated days after Katrina hit were treated to an unexpected surprise when from the private jet, Gore appeared and said “don’t worry, I’m here to help” – fuck George Bush and his stupid mother, Barbara, who said the people who had to leave New Orleans had it better under the charitable care of Texas than they had back home. Fuck them both where they breathe. Bless Al Gore, who did what…
Men outearn women in every state and every region. Most abhorrent is the finance industry where men outearn women by 55%. I sent a note to Jon, my boss, and said it had shades of Nick Zaharias written all over it and I hope that he thinks about this inequity ALL THE TIME.
The Can just put notes on our door that they are reinstituting referral rewards – $200 if you recommend a friend. Seems like people are moving out and that is a good thing – getting back in their homes and bringing the apartment prices down.
In his song, Shooter sings “let your hair down, get out of that skirt, oh, but leave them high heels on….” The podiatrist told me today I have a high instep and can’t wear flip flops anymore – he said high heels are better for me – I said, honey, I love you!!!!!
Amy called to say the fall is from Walgreens not WalMart – and she wants to do a girl get together soon – I love this woman! A great thing to come out of my knowing L, man of mystery – I met her at his party and we were thick as thieves from the getgo. I told her the last time I wore a fall – I had gotten a perfect one shopping with…
Mom called and said she had wanted to come last night but she couldn’t because she couldn’t stop crying. Instead she watched the television coverage like watching a train wreck and cried herself to sleep.
T called to commiserate about the house remodel – turns out he can’t move in this week like promised – go figure. Anyway, I told him I am not speaking to him since he didn’t come last night – he said he just couldn’t do it, but in hindsight he should have because it would have probably been better for his psyche than sitting home alone. He suggested I sleep with K – take one…