RachelLand
Over here in RachelLand, we have a good time, yeah. IMing with my writer friend R earlier, he was cottoning to the whole fuck off notion and had tickled me so I was giggling for a while after – then later IMing with a colleague who had read my blog on telling people to fuck off and she said she had such a long list to tell – then she started making me belly laugh.
In RachelLand, no one is humorless and if they are, they’re kicked out of RachelLand – those are the rules and we in our tiny world will tolerate no insubordination.
G called from the Big Apple telling me stories of cutting a swatch off her Calvin Kleins to show the designer the fabric she wanted – on her way out and about town with holey underwear – she was making me laugh – she gets to be in RachelLand even if she is in NY.
Hey, it’s so easy to appease the Queen of RachelLand – make me laugh – I roll over so quick-like.