Wednesday, October 12, 2005
you may wanna skip this one...
My fingernails are quite strong these days.
Oh, come come. We must have something more earth-shattering than that.
It’s getting pretty cold out there in Boston land. First cold day we’ve had this season.
Did I actually just give you a weather report? Oh, my. This is getting serious.
I know what I need to do….I need to go to Target. I think most of you know how I feel about Target. Target is to Mary like Mountain is to Monk. I come away centered and chi-full. (not to be confused with a Brit saying the word “cheerful”, but that could work too.) I’ll go to Target tonight, and I’ll have loads to share.
You know who I think is really talented? Kenneth Branaugh. My roommate Peggy and I were sort-of watching Swing Kids last night (sort-of because we were talking, moving around the apartment, fixing food, and not really paying attention but technically still watching a movie). That Kenneth Branaugh. I have to admit, back in the day…methinks me had quite the crusheth on the The Kenneth. Yeseth. Indeedeth. Even though his lips are even thinner than mine. Have you guys noticed that? Pencil-line lips, The Kenneth has. Mr. Bard Bloke himself. Mr. Bard Branaugh-Bloke.
The saddest part about this miserable excuse for a post today is that I’m now off my sinus drugs. Perhaps I should get back on.
Also, Target is great.
Were you supposed to call me, or was I supposed to call you?
And Mary darling, you are tres intriguing!
Also, joining with you in the love of the Swing Kids and my former crushing on the Branaugh.
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