Right Now
April 11th, 2007Mia is sitting behind me on my desk-chair. It’s just about time for another hypodermic smoothie.
Stevel’s computer is making a vibrating noise that’s driving me toward madness.
It’s very windy. My neighbor’s giant wind-chimes are alerting all of us to this fact.
I am off my feed, having two days ago reheated leftover crab-fried-rice from Thai Dishes restaurant and since finding all thought of food that isn’t plain noodles or pasta is horrifyingly nausea-inducing.
I have a lot to do. I’m not going to do any of it until tomorrow. I feel like I have the flu-aches.
Sarah-Architect needs a good local hair stylist, and we are IM-ing about it. She has a wedding to go to in two weeks, and we just discovered that our wonderful stylist, Adena Miller, has left Kenneth George Salon. The meanies at Kenneth George won’t tell us where she went. MEAN HAIR BITCHES!
Sarah-Novelist is recommending her guy, Stev, who only takes referrals. That is SO L.A. OF YOU, Sarah-Novelist!
Do you know what’s eeerie? Thai Dishes and Kenneth George Salon are in the SAME BUILDING! That building has bad ju-ju.
April 11th, 2007 at 11:45 pm
I am sleepy.
April 12th, 2007 at 7:19 am
Why do people who live in confined spaces have windchimes? And why do the people with wind chimes always end up being the ones who never have their windows open?
I detest wind chimes in confined spaces. In fact, when our neighbor’s had them, we complained FURIOUSLY to the association and they we required to take them down.
April 13th, 2007 at 8:00 am
I like the lady, so I can deal. Stevel deals less well.
April 13th, 2007 at 8:41 am
But does he freak out?
April 13th, 2007 at 5:43 pm
Sometimes, a little, yes.