Dress me like a clown*

Man, I'm bloggy these days. More to love, yeah? Or feel indifferent about. Whatever floats your boat. I'm going to be busy the next couple of nights and you'll be busy too, all wrapped up in your own stuff and we'll fall out of touch and soon enough the emails and phone calls will taper off and maybe we'll see each other once or twice over the years but let's face it, we lead busy lives but that doesn't mean we love each other any less, right? We'll always have Joplin, won't we? I miss you already... *sigh*

Hello, tangent! Anyway:

1. The DC Metro has paradoxically made me both more and less of a lesbian. I now value comfortable shoes so much so that sadly I notice footwear more than decolletage. And lord knows I love the ladies.

2. Tomorrow, I will be attending the Storm game against the Mystics. For the one WNBA fan out there (holla, 360!), you know I'm gonna get some pix of Birdy and LJ (aka OTP). Oh yeah!

I had one other thing to tell you but it's been lost in all this hubbub. Feel free to make up something salacious and/or prurient and/or hoosier-like that I'd probably share here. And with that, I tip my hat up to the great white north and bid you all a good day.

ETA (2 hours later): I remembered. Remind me to turn off the ice machine at work. I just got rid of the old funky ice and am making new sparkly ice for myself. Yeah, I'm treating myself like a queen these days. Splurging. Decadence unfettered in Arlington, VA. Bling Bling and whatnot. I just don't want a repeat of the Great Ice Debacle of '07, ok? Ok.

(Man, I kinda wish what I forgot had instead been salacious or even slightly titillating, I can almost hear the click of the <--Back button from here).


*which is totally a kickass song from that new mix of sparks that I'm digging on and you should too.