Wednesday, February 13, 2013
WEDNESDAY = MANAGER MARKETING MEETINGS. ZzzzzZZzzzzz
tell me again why security has to attend? i want to go home and catch my dog doing this.
A Text Conversation with Adriana
My mother and I text so rarely, she prefers calling and leaving the same voice messages "oh hi, janelle. it's your mom... and then message to follow." and so it was a super treat when i came across this text in my phone from last year. I have to wonder if she will be on it again this year. That part will have... to be continued.
April 10th 2012 - Introduced my mother to a package of tiny yellow marshmallow chicks called peeps that i dug out of my purse during a our weekly dinner. she commented on the sugar content, my diet, hereditary diabetes and then didn't act like she enjoyed her free demo peep at all.
April 14, 2012: Dinner at Mom's tonight. currently 8:30AM
Mom: bring more peeps. -love your mom
Me: what? i think you've had enough peeps. hater.
Mom: and? you're not allowed sugar on your diet. -mom
*15 minutes later*
Mom: don't forget the peeps. -mom
*5 minutes later*
Mom: Peeps are at the Mall. -mom
Me: I'm late for work. I'll look on break.
Mom: Once a year. -mom
Me: What? no...
3:45 pm the same day:
Mom: peeps season is short. -mom
Me: They have them all the freaking time.
Mom: are you sure? -mom
Me: Omg yes. 100% across the line for sure.
Mom: life is good. -mom
5:54 pm April 22, 2012:
Mom: peeps. -mom
Dear Mom, please stop signing each text and email. i have a pretty good idea it's from you. also please watch this yellow peep blow a giant fart in the microwave. mmmmm peeps.
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
I go through weird literature phases. I read, it's becoming a lost art you know, and I clump. I cram. I overdo a month or two... or three (it's pure gluttony really) of works by the same author into my head. i need it.
steven king, jk rowling, george r r martin. these are some examples of my most recent benders.
three times a year i make love all over henry miller (i mean book after book after book i cant get enough - it's obsession - i re-read the damn things. my books are worn soft.)
but right now, and this is going to sound so fucking cliche, i am sucking the life out of jane austin. I truly long for the good old days when all things were proper and just so, when all the men wore suits and all the women wore dresses and angst, lust, longing...
((((tumbleweed))))) I need some dick.
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