Lady Doc

But as always the thing that he loves he will change.

I watched the Finding Neverland movie again. God I love Peter Pan. Second to the right, straight on 'til morning. What a boo hoo fest. And Johnny Depp's Irish brogue. mmmm.

Who we were, isn't lost, before we were us.

I can't wait to get married. I never thought I would be ready for anyone but here I am, very very ready.

I finished the invitations last night. Tomorrow I'll get stamps and then we assemble tomorrow night and in the mail by Friday! Excitements!

elle.com

man I hate this thing.

I was going to post an essay I wrote for elle magazine about my most memorable piece of clothing but this piece of a blog won't let me. Anyway it's nothing anyone would really want to read unless it got published anyway. No harm, no foul.

My neck is so sore it's making me nauseous. I can't turn it, well I can turn it- big improvement over all of last night, but I can't turn it without sending pins and needles, shockwaves is more like it, to my gut causing said gut to clench and my brain to get dizzy. Voila! I'm spilling my guts. Except that I can't bend my neck down over the toilet (I've tried) so if I did vomit it would have to pitifully dribble down my chin like a mental patient. Not a pretty picture.

So after I get work, my NAMA meeting, a few errands done I'm hitting the bathtub, super hot sauna style, popping a soma, finishing Beowulf, and hopefully not drowning. Then maybe some taco soup for dinner. Maybe just another 4 rounds of ibuprofen. My life is sweet! Envy me!

sha sha sha sha shasha

No Ribelde today, which is probably for the best. I need to find invitations and not waste time sleeping on the Lovell/Trusell couch. I'm seriously contemplating buying the new Fergie album, something totally stupid and wonderful to take my mind off of things I can't do, places I can't go, people I can't see. It is a good thing that I can't just take off sometimes. Who knows where I would be. Not buying the new Fergie album, that's for sure. Plus, just picking up and scooting, it was okay when I was younger, sans business, sans boyfriend. Gather ye rosebuds while ye may. Food for worms. Time's winged chariot drawing near. Aye, there's the rub. Yes indeed. Sometimes I miss being 21 and stupid, but only when I'm feeling sorry for myself. It's Friday!

must now half off forever!

There are some people I need in front of me rightnow! But I'll have to settle for just the facts ma'm. m'am? m'aam? Wringing my hands. I wish I had some chores to do, take my mind off tonight. i'm so ready for tonight, my weekend is only tonight, I need it I need it I need it I need. Thump bump skip slump. That just about sums it up.

tell me if you like it

Tell me how you like it.
I enjoyed my time with Robin. Playing pool is a game I'd long given up to the boys, satisfied with sitting on the sidelines watching. Well, not really watching.

Little Rock this weekend. I'm really looking forward to it. I understand we're both so busy, but I miss my BG. There's so much talking I want to do with him. In due time.

kryptonite

my hands smell like metal, but the good kind, like pennies, not the bad kind, like the metal rails to steps

best day

driving to and from OKC with Chris listening solely to Urban Jamz radio.

Sorry it's just not working out. I could break up with you, but it would be easier if I just murdered you. Nice!

Urban Jamz, we will cash in on you one day...