Standing inside of a jewelery box.



We found a bridesmaid dress that she likes. We like it too, but it's so bridesmaidy that the only other time I'll be able to wear it is the next time that I'm standing inside of a jewelery box. When you're a bridesmaid, you have to resign yourself to the fact that you'll never, ever wear that dress again. No matter what.

Truman.



Some other things that you wrote and I love:

"She was not afraid of thunder, nor of anything else - except unreturned love and commercial success."

"But for me I could leave the world with today in my eyes."

"Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean that they don't love you with all they have."

H is for: Hey you're late for work!



I woke up an hour late this morning. Rushed around, trying to find something to wear. Everything I have is dirty, wrinkled, sweated in, or covered in cat hair. I think I'm supposed to do laundry, but I know I've got one more good wear out of that black tee shirt.
Clean panties count: several pairs.
I've reached the point where I've stopped worrying about the new car and have begun worring about the old car. Apparently I have to smog it before I can sell it. Unless my sister buys it, but she won't be able to fix the breaks. I should just junk the whole thing. It's not worth it.

Spelling Bee Dream



Last night I had a dream that I was watching a spelling bee. A girl stands up and one of the judges gives her a word.
Judge: "Sha fa fa."
Girl: "Sha fa fa. S-h-a f-a f-a. Sha fa fa." Then she starts singing: "Don't give me that frim fram sauce. I want sha fa fa on the side!"
And then I switched dreams and forgot all about it until just now. I had to stop working to write this down.