top of the week

feeling..warbley. woozly. weebly. disjointed. typical monday morning fare. surprisingly well rested, though. hm.

considering.

what a busy weekend!

there was the date (or quasi-date--the jury's still out) with that boy on friday...which was fun and festive, if you don't count the fact that i got caught in a ridiculous green-sky storm and made the mistake of wearing shoes that cut the living stuffing out of my feet which are still bleeding as a result (i'm sure you wanted to hear that, didn't you)...i feel i'm developing a big problem here in that i rather like this boy. like this is something new, i hear you scoff...and perhaps you're right. perhaps not. i wonder how it's all going to turn out. the pit of my stomach tells me that it won't be the way i want it to. alas. i'm looking forward to this particular pendulum swinging back my way. i'm entirely over things not working out.

there was the party, which was most festive. something about dressing up makes all shindigs that much more fascinating. and we were all decked out thirties style. fake lashes, fake 'taches, all that good stuff. none of us guessed who the culprit was. we're all too smart for those games, methinks.

there was the brunch, wherein we had a waiter who looked remarkably like maxwell caulfield from grease 2 ("um...thanks.") and i think that newroommate has been officially adopted by the clan. good stuff. it was rather remarkable, though, the sheer insane fullness of our brunch venue--it was packed to the gills the whole time. just goes to show you the power of the zagat.

there was the recording. adventures on the upper west side. bugger the MTA. fear click tracks.

in other news...

young mister longacre's quote of the morning: "you know times have changed when british aerospace has a section on their website called 'cool stuff.' i've got to see this 'cool stuff.'"

i got very far on a song that i was writing. it's quite pleasing. thank you, oh ex, for coming to town and giving me something to write about. see? beauty in all agony. somewhere.

and, as any pisces must crow to the heavens, i am wearing the sexiest shoes ever. seriously. i can't even express them, but they're bloody HOT.

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i can't wait until september.

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more later.

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