Night.

[saracowgirl]

Sliced my index finger washing a serrated blade at work, upping the knife wounds on the hands count to three

Comments

[sashash]

whatever it is you're doing, keep doing it. there are stories in there, right? and eventually, you could hit on someone worth the effort.

of course, you know, be careful, too.

so... ah... dinner?

[saracowgirl]

Dinner? With you?

Anytime. Seattle or Burque?

[sashash]

i'm trying to convince myself to plan a tour for next spring. could be Seattle, really!

[saracowgirl]

DO IT.

Again, the offer to sleep in my bed stands. No funny stuff.

Also, you may not realize this, but has been nearly three years since I have seen you in person.

I think.

That is way too fuckin long. And you've never been to The Stumbling Monk, the finest belgian alehouse in all of Seattle.

Belgian Ale!
Brickman!
7 day a week public market!
Anis Mojgani!
Rain!
Anis Mojgani!
Brickman!
Tour!
Fish tacos!!!!!

[oldbay]

ow! fingers bleed so much more than you'd expect out of such a tiny appendage. feel better!

[fullandbye]

Dinner? Tomorrow? Pre or post Art?