My god, me too. I've been avoiding my phone, even. It may please you to know that I watched two Netflixed after-school specials from the '80s, too. One about a girl competing with her boyfriend for a violin scholarship and another about a girl dealing with the aftermath of rape (called, "Did you hear what happened to Amanda?"). Mr. Brady was in the first one.
I relocated from sunny, beachy California to the Emerald City because I heard that every new resident got a pair of ruby shoes. (Someone lied!) (Okay, I’m gullible.) A non-profit event planner by day and an apartment manager by night, I spend my free time blogging about my neurosis (fine, neuroses because yes they are plentiful), being crafty, pretending I’m the next American Idol, and searching for a decent taco in a town that boasts of teriyaki joints on every corner.
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my favorite kind of day.
- jules
i heard that
My god, me too. I've been avoiding my phone, even. It may please you to know that I watched two Netflixed after-school specials from the '80s, too. One about a girl competing with her boyfriend for a violin scholarship and another about a girl dealing with the aftermath of rape (called, "Did you hear what happened to Amanda?"). Mr. Brady was in the first one.
I'm really hoping that's what tomorrow is going to be about for me. Not that it would be all that different than what today was... ;)
In my next life I want to come back as my best friend's cat. She has the life.
nothing better. ah to be a kitty.
the PERFECT kind of day. ;)
According to my cat, Gonzo, every day is about that. I would agree with her but I have to pay the bills.
Tonight was about that. Hopefully most of tomorrow will be too. (Wait a sec ... I think it IS tomorrow as I type this.)
So wish I could be them. Ahh the sun bathing.
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