The Swamp Walk ( Read more... )

Well ( Read more... )

I know I like him. Yeah, he's nice to look at. And then he listens to Regina Spektor and kisses so right and he's funny and we stayed an hour after everyone had left talking about his hands and his father and pictures and work and life.

I want so very badly to be right about this.

Served Edwin Watts last Thursday. Didn't know it when he sat down, then Tom told me and I spent the next hour nearly dropping things. Seriously, don't tell me things like that. He tips very well, and is very, very nice ( Read more... )

Life's on an upswing in a way that makes me write bad poetry in my head as I fall asleep. Or maybe that's the Smirnof. (Smirnoph? Smirnoff ( Read more... )

At Wallmart my cashier's name was Peta Gay. I giggled once I was out of the store.

Today I bought an Indian dress from the 70s and a skirt and a tube top.

I no longer know who I am.

I'm going to start waitressing next week. (Well, I'm conflicted about this. Except I'm not really. I feel like I should be conflicted? And I'm not, and that's where my inner conflict is arising from.)

And I got my dog today.

Now, I'm going to go swim in the dark.

I might be getting a new dog. From RUFF. Her name is Sugar, but they just sort of hand names out there, so if she becomes mine she will be Madeline. I think I find out tomorrow ( Read more... )

Chance came out and watched the fireworks with us. He was very good, too ( Read more... )

My pictures did not come out. And it's my fault, and I feel like a complete idiot because I assumed quite a bit about the light level in the room.

But damnit, it was brighter than sluggo's, and my sluggo's pictures were better...

Gah.

I feel stupid.