Saturday, April 22, 2006

not so much writing a paper right now

chickens: roast them upside down.

rewards: watching Jimmy's "Can't Get a Date" on VH1 OnDemand later.

bigger rewards: going to an island in my friend erik's lobsterboat to pick raspberries and/or eat a picnic, a picnic that may consist of things like lobsters and clams roasted in seaweed, with sian and taran and madryn, in august.

possibilites: archives.

and with a thunderstorm like yours, i'd be insecure too: librarian gesture.

an embarassment of riches: my friends.

(please note archaic use of "embarassment"= "profusion," "bounty," "more than i could have imagined.")


Anonymous srt said...

oh, how Foucault's truthful rewards do come to fruition thanks to them gorgeous friends...

Sarah: snap. snap. snap...bitch, don't you know those be hoe sandals you got on...

Shashi: Thank you for alerting me to the implied thongishness of my footwear. I had a sense that they would not match my cream linen blazer but desired to explore fashion's frontiers and instead landed myself in 'drag queen' territory. umm...catch you on the flip side? bitch? is that what the kids are saying nowadays...

7:48 PM  
Blogger sarah ruddy said...

well, as long as you can sport 2 turtlenecks, you can wear anything you want.

as a wise man once said, "all's well that ends with a bitch slap" - fashion choices (crucially) included.

9:49 PM  
Anonymous srt said...

oooo...touch-e, touch-e...

1:50 AM  
Blogger Behrle, Prince of Trolls said...

You paid to see me ONDEMAND?? That's totally hot!! Woo-hoo!


2:37 AM  

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