Haunt

You know when you have one of those dreams, that just feels so real, that hangs around you the rest of the day? It's like an aura, and my eyes take on that deep, haunted, far-away look, and my chest sinks in when I breathe, and I can close my eyes and feel that person I dreamt about. I am enveloped. Wanted.

This isn't helping.

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,

Enwrought with golden and silver light,

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths

Of night and light and the half-light,

I would spread the cloths under your feet:

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams under your feet,

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams

W.B. Yeats

PINK & PURPLE

If I'm going to be girly I might as well go all the way, right?

note - note - note - note - note

CALVIN KLEIN loves my body. So I loved him back from my bank account. In honor of my upcoming bonus.* Two gorgeous dresses - one for summer work and the other perfect for weddings.

Sean Connery wears a ONESIE in Goldfinger as a swimsuit coverup. I watched it last night. And rewound it twice just to be sure. I don't believe a man could be more attractive in a onesie than Sean Connery: the younger years.

This summer I am going to CLIMB MT WHITNEY. I've already mailed my application for the lottery (they only let a set number of people in per day so you have to apply for dates).

Last night in the baby store (cousin's shower) a kid that couldn't have been more than eighteen months gave me the, "HEY LADY, WHAT'S UP." I knew I was looking for love in all the wrong places.

A coworker shared the comments from Rick written on her daily accounting reports last night. Apparantly we've gone from "ok" or "nice job" to HEY YA / RA RAH.

*What? They could be gone by the time I actually get the money.

REST

Montgomery Gentry...Yeah, what I really need -Is an open road -And a whole lot of speed

It was good for my soul.

Hey there Girlfriend.*

So like two weeks ago we had this amazing girls' night where we went to see the Phantom of the Opera at the Pantages in Hollywood. It was a gorgeous evening - perfect temperature in the seventies, lovely sunset, fun dresses, and best of all we saw the Phantom! The Music of the Night is my favorite song and my favorite scene - the boat floating through the fog and then the Phantom sings to Christine as she wavers between Raoul (yeck) and letting herself fall under the Phantom's spell. It was beautiful.

...where should we eat?yummy italian!
please, no catcalls.

dutifully reading the playbill. while in line for the ladies'.

*to be read with sass. I don't really talk like that.

my boss drives me crazy, and not in a good way.

Seeing a fellow employee berated for an incredibly insignificant detail - and having their motives twisted and blown way out of proportion irks me to no end.

It's a whole what not to say psychology lesson. Imposing skewed personal beliefs "you did this because..." instead of professionally asking the employee why they did such a stupid (insignificant, actually exactly what I would have done) thing. Purposefully getting more belittling when another boss wanders by.

I hate having to then, a half hour later, confirm details about said business situation that are in fact true but in no way justify what has just taken place. And watch this boss walk off cocky as hell, muttering to himself.

tomorrow is payday, tomorrow is payday, tomorrow is payday. I don't know if it's worth it.

Mornings

Not my strong point.
Monday I woke up late. Really late. No time for soda. This is my thought process:

7:30am Crap crap crap late for work

7:31am Nope no time to get a soda

7:32am* Have a two litre in my car

7:35am Maybe today I'll quit drinking it.

8:00am Yes, today will be the day

9:23am Maybe I should get some work done...can't concentrate...

9:45am two litre in my car

9:46am* nope, today is a good day to quit. save money. lose weight easier. healthier.

10:30am really can't concentrate...what were those reasons again?

10:49am come on, lunch date with ao

10:59am today is still a good day to quit. it's half over.

11:30am WHAT THE CRAP WAS I THINKING.
TODAY IS NOT A GOOD DAY TO QUIT DRINKING CAFFEINE.

12:03pm bowl ao over to grab the soda cup, but of course i'm at sequoia where their sodas are so foamy it only fills 2/3 of the cup and takes an hour to un-fizz so i have to get up like three times to refill it.


*And yes, it does take about a minute per thought, when I don't have caffeine.

Boss-Man

It's hard to feel guilty about updating my blog while at work when I walk in to the Boss's office to drop something off on his desk, thinking I'm interrupting a casual meeting between the big three, and turn to see a soccer field on the whiteboard.

It's like this...

I have become boring. That is all.

Not boring to me, but, for now, boring to the rest of the world. I am cooking, and reading Jesus books, and it is good. But I will be hibernating for a while.

But there is this: my sister and I now have a thing about pythons that eat too-large animals. We even did a shadow-puppet play about one blowing up. She posted this latest link on facebook for me and I thought I'd share it with you. Don't look if picutres make you queasy.