Memorial Day Upstairs/Downstairs party was moderately successful. Most people hung out upstairs all night, probably because Don and Elyse had way better food and a better apartment and are just better hosts/people in general ( Read more... )

The Rum-Tum-Tugger? He's a curious cat.

Homemade margaritas with fresh lime juice
Back porch, amid my newly planted herb garden, lit by bamboo-encased twinkly lights
Chapter three, book three, the dog at my feet
Finally, ten minutes to breathe.

The IB 48-hour film team ROCKED IT. Who won't enjoy a film about a tree elf teaching a grumpy gossip blogger about the spirit of Arbor Day? Including a theme song with Neil Diamond?

More to follow, after I've had some sleep.

I have amazing friends. Thank you.

There were ladybugs in my dinner ( Read more... )

Sometimes I make myself chuckle, at someone else's expense. Now is one of those times. Does that make me a terrible person?

I don't care. My sides. My sides!!

And that's all I'm going to say about that.

The Good Time Emporium is, in fact, a good time. Even when you're not drinking, and you only win enough tickets to buy a set of handcuffs and a bouncy ball. Which could lead to other good times, if you're dirty or cruel. Or both. Who's judging?

Dear Sandman,

I'm going to need something stronger, please. That shit you've been giving me lately is only getting me through half the night. I've been waking up and then can't get back to sleep. That's fucked up, Sandman. I thought we was homies.

Love, Sara