• I was all set to proclaim that I would sleep with the next man to sing me the song “Greetings to the New Brunette” by Billy Bragg. That’s when I thought Billy was singing “Girly your sexual politics have left me all of a muddle. Girly we are joined in the ideological cuddle. I’m celebrating my love for you with a pint of beer and a new tattoo.” But he’s singing to some random chick named Shirley. And I’m not Shirley. So I guess I’ll just be sleeping with the next guy who sings “Graceless lady you know who I am. you know I can’t let you slide through my hands.”

• It’s a two cups of tea kind of day today. And as I was walking away from the tea making area of the office, carrying my beloved 89.3 The Current mug I was suddenly struck by the idea that I’m a total fraud. Because at that very second I totally felt like some 5th grader who was playing office.

• My birthday (06.06.06 for those not paying attention at home) is exactly four weeks from today! That’s only four weeks for you to go buy me books. Specifically I’d like a book of Pablo Neruda poems because Rob Brezney told me to “Weave wildflowers in
your hair and lead a sweet thing unto temptation with a seduction
strategy plucked from a poem by Pablo Neruda.” I’ve decided to eschew flowers this year for the more practical books. Once Sister #4’s moves to Udaho, I’ll be broke as a joke for awhile. Since I’ll have no money, I’ll be spending most of my free time practicing and reading books in the house that I will own all by myself, I figured I’d better stock up.

• I just realized that I keep that beloved 89.3 The Current mug on a coaster. How the fuck did I manage to get a coaster on my desk, much less use it? Wow.

• Oh my god you’re making me come
alive from my fingertips to my bones

• this is just so there is no five. got it?