WoWo Danger
If GoGo can change her first and last name, why can’t I change mine to WoWo Danger?
If GoGo can change her first and last name, why can’t I change mine to WoWo Danger?
Headline: Britainy Spears Defends her Recent Partying (must Britney Spears defend herself for partying?) Discussing a company we cover whose stock went up recently, a reporter said: “Wall Street reacts positively to layoffs, which is kind of sad.” (indeed)* *The price one pays for pursuing any profession or calling is an intimate knowledge of its ugly side. – James Baldwin
Mr. Homeland Security sent a missive this morning saying he knows today is going to be an awesome day for me. Hmmm. Walk around the bayou with the Bean – awesome. Carpenter already at the LaLa working – awesome. Head uptown to see J-man before he leaves for school and rock Abby – awesome. Michael comes in – says flat tire – eeeeeewwwwwww – awesomeness fading. But hold up – call AAA – they arrive…
I was waiting for G to check out at the Ogden bookstore and kind of leaning against a post when the security guard looks at me and says, “you look like that woman from the comic books, that wonder woman.” I said, wait, I don’t think I heard you right, who? And she said, “Wonder woman, you know from the comic books.” All right woman, I said, give me a big old hug cause Wonder…
G and I went to the Ogden Museum of Southern Art tonight to check out the wares of local artisans. GoGo was there. She recently married David Borgerding, a local sculptor and so she changed her whole name first and last to GoGo Borgerding. There is one beautiful talented woman marrying a talented man (don’t know what he looks like) and isn’t that great? GoGo’s stuff is amazing. She has this large cuff with chocolate…
Paint this time. Oh I thought I had finally gotten the paint thing down. It’s oil based primer inside and out, it’s latex on the walls and siding, and oil based for the trim. I chose flat walls and semi gloss trim. But no, now Joey Helm tells me it’s latex all the way. And K says it is high gloss for trim. And last month during one of these circle jerks I went through…
G said this time when she came home she wasn’t longing to be somewhere else – good sign, no? – she wrote a haiku: New Orleans Joy for life pumps the Heart of this broken city. There’s no place like home.
Today my contractor said, and I quote, oh do I quote, “I can’t see you not being in there by the end of February.” Ha – that is risible – okay, because it was I can’t see you not in there by the end of “June” “September” “December” – oh well, there it is. I stopped by TL’s house to give him the Black Keys tickets (sigh) and saw that he still had a faucet…
It is so damn hard to know thyself – is it not? This morning a friend accused me of never copping to being wrong – which I scratch my head over this perception because how many times have I said how wrong I have been lately for having made glaring errors – I won’t list them, by now they must seem trite and god knows this blog has contained many times over a detailed list…
How rumors get started is someone says C has big news, C was out sick the week before, everyone says “pregnant!” and it sticks, then C announces this morning, no, not baby, ring! I’m engaged. So Pilates instructor not going away – whew!