mimesis. mimosas.
That's what I want. To play with m words, enjoy the flattery of imitation, have champagne at brunch. The reality of my new schedule is sinking in. It's no joke. And I need a back rub. I wrote $60,000 worth of checks this morning, and I think I actually strained a check-writing muscle in my neck. I got kind of into it, actually. Here I am distributing hard earned money to people's pension plans in $100 chunks. I can get passionate about anything though if I set my mind to it. I was even inspired by the HEB company orientation program. On a Saturday morning. Sad but true.
I kind of like scanning groceries. I get to have some good conversations. It's a much more imprecise science than I would have guessed, grocery scanning.
Annie Lamott is writing her column again, just in the nick of time. I can't wait till this election is over, can't wait, can't wait.
All I think about anymore is sex and death. This is what happens when I don't have Buffy and office gossip to think about all the time.
I kind of like scanning groceries. I get to have some good conversations. It's a much more imprecise science than I would have guessed, grocery scanning.
Annie Lamott is writing her column again, just in the nick of time. I can't wait till this election is over, can't wait, can't wait.
All I think about anymore is sex and death. This is what happens when I don't have Buffy and office gossip to think about all the time.
posted by Anna at 11:45 PM
1 Comments:
i have this icky lump of dread that is waiting for the election to be over. i can wait. because what if ... what if ... what if ... and we can't leave the country, yet, m's not done with his ph.d., and even if we could ... and ... what if ... you know? 'cuz it could still go either way: electoral-vote.com. ohhhh i'm scared. but every time i talk to a republican about it ... they're awfully outspoken in this part of the country, don't you find? ... i get shot down from all sides.
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