Olive you too!



"Do you like my new haircut?"
"Aw, you look like a little olive."
"That's the sweetest thing, ever!"
I am a little olive. Tonight we're going to a label function in San Francisco. BMG is closing their SF branch, so I'm going to the party to say goodbye to some nice people. After that, we'll probably eat somewhere wish we had something else to do, then go home. So far, no one at work has noticed my new olive haircut. Maybe they don't like olives.
Later.

Fuzzy Sweater Love.



There is no sweater I love more than a good scratchy cardigan. Four years ago, I had put hobo gloves on all of them. Now, I would never cut them up.
Spent a nice, sweet evening with Leon and his split pea soup. We ate bread with oil and vinegar, checked eachother out, cuddled and fell asleep watching Junkyard Wars.
Later.

On tape.



Last night on Panic Attack we had about 6 prank calls by at least two, but possibly three people. I mean, phoning a call-in format radio show and pretending to have a legitimate question just so you can say "poop" and "Milan Jovonovich" on the air is not funny at all. I mean, it's not even clever. If you are going to prank call a radio station, at least say something that everyone can appreciate. We have you on tape.
Hello, you have reached the psychiatric help hotline. If you are obsessive-compulsive, press 1 repeatedly. If you are co-dependant, have someone press 2 for you. If you have multiple personality disorder, press 3, 4, 5 and 6. If you are paranoid-delusional, we know who you are and we know what you want. If you are manic-depressive, it doesn't matter what you push, no one's going to answer anyway.
Magically, I've recovered from yesterday's financial dilemma. By winning first prize in a beauty contest, I am now 90 dollars richer. Hello groceries, hello renewed gym membership. Everytime I think I'm going bust, some money fairy saves me.
Later.

Happea and Pea-wee.



It was like the coldest night ever last night, this morning too. Let's see, I can either renew my membership at the gym this week, or I can buy groceries on Thursday. My priorities are seriously askew if this is a big decision for me, but look...I'll rationalize it. Oh, what's the big deal? I can buy groceries on Friday.
Wednesday is a split pea soup day. Time for Leon to make the famous, vegan split pea soup that won my heart. Yes, please blow extra kisses in my bowl.
2 years and 9 months.
Later.