in the interest of addressing some questions one of my many, several million beloved fans has asked of me, I am revisiting a few references from my 02.08.2010 post.
(plus, answering questions inflates my ego. and we all know it's big. but I am shooting for ginormous)
(TWSS)*
so, where exactly was I headed with some of my doodles I found worthy of jotting down in to the ee cummings style notepad-to-go?
BUTTONS BUSTING
friends take other friends out to Santana Row in San Jose for the first time and inform them to dress up so we can pretend we are rich and can afford all the cashmere pillows and silk tube tops the ritzy stores want to keep on our couches and in our closets. upon arriving and taking our first few catwalk-im-too-sexy-and-rich steps down the row, a button falls off from one of our jackets and we all stop and stare as it sadly rolls in circles until stopping on the expensive cement in front of Coach.
SOCKS IN POCKET
derived from same story and location as above. while sauntering around in our normal rich fashion, a friend discovers a pair of socks in her jacket pocket. 2 things: oops. and, why?
in other news...
...never eat anything the size of your face
...does dreaming about exercise COUNT as exercise?
...10k race in 39 hours.
*TWSS = Thats What She Said
2.11.2010
2.08.2010
feats and defeats
what have youuuuu done in the past 4 weeks? making history books I'm sure.
let me tell you what my busy body has accomplished since my last post.
end of thought.
it all started out so full of hope.
my trek in to the Japanese stationary store resulted in an ee cummings-inspired notepad (but with high-tech spring-loaded flap that I am positive did not exist in his time). I proclaimed....
(please think in God-like - or MLK - voice:)
This will be...
the beginning of a new age.
With spring-loaded notepad in hand
I will write laws
name mountains (without having to climb them first)
be knighted
meet the Queen
give the Quen a successful makeover
climb scarey-big beanstalks
confront the last living Tyronnosaurus Rex
teach her how to sit, roll over, and heel
and soar on eagle's wings (me, not the dinosaur).
but then I forgot my notepad at a friend's house for a week.
sails without wind digress.
therefore, let me simply share my intentions for you to judge.
they are vague. they are scribbly. they make me feel deceivingly famous.
where is my paparazzi?
in other news...
...want to know where I was going with any of these? comment and I will reply. maybe.
...think you got a shout-out in some of my notes? call it correctly and earn a low-five!
...without tangent thoughts, nothing would get
...who dat!
let me tell you what my busy body has accomplished since my last post.
end of thought.
it all started out so full of hope.
my trek in to the Japanese stationary store resulted in an ee cummings-inspired notepad (but with high-tech spring-loaded flap that I am positive did not exist in his time). I proclaimed....
(please think in God-like - or MLK - voice:)
This will be...
the beginning of a new age.
With spring-loaded notepad in hand
I will write laws
name mountains (without having to climb them first)
be knighted
meet the Queen
give the Quen a successful makeover
climb scarey-big beanstalks
confront the last living Tyronnosaurus Rex
teach her how to sit, roll over, and heel
and soar on eagle's wings (me, not the dinosaur).
but then I forgot my notepad at a friend's house for a week.
sails without wind digress.
therefore, let me simply share my intentions for you to judge.
they are vague. they are scribbly. they make me feel deceivingly famous.
where is my paparazzi?
in other news...
...want to know where I was going with any of these? comment and I will reply. maybe.
...think you got a shout-out in some of my notes? call it correctly and earn a low-five!
...without tangent thoughts, nothing would get
...who dat!
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