"...you're no match for that sulky girl..."
might


03 January 2004 12:31 i kick you! i kick you twice!
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rainy, rainy, rainy. the sf and i are going to order some indian food (aloo palak? chana masala? who knows, but it will be delicious!), and watch some fast-moving images on our horseless electro-screen.

i am trying not to be insecure. i am trying to be joyful. i am trying.

this morning, i took my red-cardigan'd self out in the rain to run some errands. everyone seemed surprised when i said thank you, or have a good day. i wonder if that's so unusual (i hope that isn't the case), or whether i seemed vaguely surly / wholly preoccupied (i was), and so it was just a surprise that pleasantries were coming out of my mouth.

i can't bring myself to put the clean sheets on the bed. last night, i slept between two quilts, and it was just fine.

i have a new baker's rack. i want to hang streamers off it and dance around it and sing songs about it to the cats and the dingo.

love, might

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