• valentine’s day is monday, i expect gifts. flowers, cards, chocolates, books, any of these will do. or a yellow party monkey, from target. i really want one of them.
• i’m really so fucking busy this week that i don’t even time to poop, much less to make out my homemade valentines.
• i’m so busy that Smel has called me twice and i’ve missed her call both times and by the time i noticed she called it was entirely too late to be calling.
• but because i love you, i promise to do nothing saturday night but make out my homemade valentines, my favorite features a monkey sticker and a dinosaur footprint rendered in green glitter glue by max.
• if i could be posessed, i’d totally want to to posessed by the ghost of Flannery O’Connor.
• i get to have lunch with my favorite working girls on saturday and i’m so excited that if i had any time at all i’d totally crap my pants.
• when i have time i’m gonna tell you all about my bookclub meeting last night and how my friend The Reporter is trying to start a rumor that Chunk from the Goonies and the delectable Pacey from Dawson’s Creek are the same person. somehow i suspect nobody will care, but boy does it make me laugh when he talks about it.
• dude, how the hell have you been?
Hey, I’ve been just great. Kids have all had the projectile-vomiting flu, and it’s been so cold outside I can’t go out to work on the car that I’m restoring in lieu of getting a real job, but thanks for asking!
i don’t want to make you feel bad or anything, but it’s like 44 degrees here in minnesota. it’s false spring and i am Loving it up.
also real jobs are for fools.
It’s supposed to warm up here to the upper forties, but only because there’s rain coming from the south.
All in all, the rain is probably preferable. Warm and wet beats cold and dry anyday.