Tonight I decided to go through old papers and throw out what I don't need.
Here's my meal card photograph from when I went to Michigan State in the '80s. I should do that with my hair again. Actually, my hair is kind of doing that right now. Minus the mullet.
I found all sorts of papers tonight, including love letters from boyfriends past. One boyfriend wrote me on a video receipt, because I think he must've worked at the video store. He said he missed me and if I were there he would throw me against the ice cream machine and have sex with me for five minutes. Woah, dream big! Plus, what's hotter than ice cream machine sex?
I also found my aura picture from when I lived in Los Angeles. I guess the part where I lived in Los Angeles was a given.
Other than this papery stroll down memory lane, it was a fine day. I got together with my student and we decided to study at the ice cream store. I had just had salad for dinner, and was feeling so righteous. And then? Ruined by nutty coconut ice cream. We did not have ice cream sex.
This whole moving thing is for the birds. I wish I could just be like Samantha on Bewitched and suddenly live in a different place. I also wish I had that big diamond heart necklace she always wore. I always envied that necklace.
I guess that's all the iPhone blogging I have to do today. Oh! Yes! Iris.
Yesterday evening Ned and I were sitting on my porch, and Iris was out there in the grass with us. She was just lounging in her jungle cat way, but there was a robin with a nest in one of the trees and man, did he abhor Iris. She was on his bird shit list. First he stood with various bugs in his beak, screeching at Iris the entire time. I didn't know you could yell and keep bugs in your beak, but you really can.
Iris was indifferent to his shrieks, and finally he just kept swooping down at her, but I think the part where she can't see a damn thing and the part where she is a huntress just meant she didn't give two shits about that angry bird. See what I did, there? Angry bird. Am hilarious.
Eventually I picked her up and brought her inside with us. I really didn't want that poor bird to have a heart attack. I didn't want him to wing out. See what I did there? Still hilarious.
Okay, my meal card and I are out of here.
Sent from my iPhone
Here's my meal card photograph from when I went to Michigan State in the '80s. I should do that with my hair again. Actually, my hair is kind of doing that right now. Minus the mullet.
I found all sorts of papers tonight, including love letters from boyfriends past. One boyfriend wrote me on a video receipt, because I think he must've worked at the video store. He said he missed me and if I were there he would throw me against the ice cream machine and have sex with me for five minutes. Woah, dream big! Plus, what's hotter than ice cream machine sex?
I also found my aura picture from when I lived in Los Angeles. I guess the part where I lived in Los Angeles was a given.
Other than this papery stroll down memory lane, it was a fine day. I got together with my student and we decided to study at the ice cream store. I had just had salad for dinner, and was feeling so righteous. And then? Ruined by nutty coconut ice cream. We did not have ice cream sex.
This whole moving thing is for the birds. I wish I could just be like Samantha on Bewitched and suddenly live in a different place. I also wish I had that big diamond heart necklace she always wore. I always envied that necklace.
I guess that's all the iPhone blogging I have to do today. Oh! Yes! Iris.
Yesterday evening Ned and I were sitting on my porch, and Iris was out there in the grass with us. She was just lounging in her jungle cat way, but there was a robin with a nest in one of the trees and man, did he abhor Iris. She was on his bird shit list. First he stood with various bugs in his beak, screeching at Iris the entire time. I didn't know you could yell and keep bugs in your beak, but you really can.
Iris was indifferent to his shrieks, and finally he just kept swooping down at her, but I think the part where she can't see a damn thing and the part where she is a huntress just meant she didn't give two shits about that angry bird. See what I did, there? Angry bird. Am hilarious.
Eventually I picked her up and brought her inside with us. I really didn't want that poor bird to have a heart attack. I didn't want him to wing out. See what I did there? Still hilarious.
Okay, my meal card and I are out of here.
Sent from my iPhone