Thursday, October 9, 2008


I got ready for the clean part poetry thing, put on a dress and heels, then ran late and couldn't find a parking spot close enough to make it in time in the heels, so I came home.

I need more mirrors everywhere so I can grin sarcastic and flip myself off as often as it's warranted.  I don't know the exact name for the emotion described by that action, but I feel it a lot.