Dear Diary,
I really like Caprica.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.
Love,
Louise
PS: Sasha Roiz. Just. Yeah.
.............
In other news:
There was an Edwardian Ball which was lovely, and a Tim Burton Wonderland Ball which was a super-rad dance party and then Abney Park rocked everybody's socks off and then there was some more dancing.
I've been biking again. It was rainy and cold for so long that poor Toby was just stuck out on the patio under some towels. It's still rainy and cold, but intermittently, so I've ridden my bike to the farmer's market the past couple of Saturdays, and I also biked to Karla's new place to watch the Super Bowl (and then back home again, slightly tipsy, which was awesome.)
What else, what else.
My sister was in the hospital for sixteen days with a severe case of pancreatitis but she's out now and recovering. I need to see her more. And my niece. I still have their presents from the holidays and birthdays.
My aunt apologized to me. I can't possibly adequately explain the hugeness of this so I'm just going to leave that there.
I started therapy. So that's interesting.
If I lose five more pounds I will allow myself to get my next tattoo.
And in the crazyawesomeyay department? A week or so ago, Christina and I got our tickets to see American Idiot on Broadway (!!!) and just tonight, we booked our flights and our just-in-case-we-find-nowhere-else hostel reservations.
Is it on?
IT IS ON.
I am so stoked. Going to put in my official PTO request at work tomorrow, and then start planning other things to do and see. I want to see the Christopher Walken + Sam Rockwell play, A Behanding In Spokane, and Christina and I both might want to see the revival of West Side Story starring the lovely, nerdy Karen Olivo. Plus there's eight million other things to do, things I already know and love along with places I've never heard of yet that will surely be awesome, and the cathedrals, and Magnolia cupcakes, and just walking around discovering.
I love New York. Those I ♥ NY shirts? They made them for people like me.
ALSO AMERICAN IDIOT ON BROADWAY YAY.
(No Matt Caplan, though, for some strange undisclosed reason that he addressed in a song on his website but we're still all WTF mate?)
Anyhow.
I really like Caprica.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.
Love,
Louise
PS: Sasha Roiz. Just. Yeah.
.............
In other news:
There was an Edwardian Ball which was lovely, and a Tim Burton Wonderland Ball which was a super-rad dance party and then Abney Park rocked everybody's socks off and then there was some more dancing.
I've been biking again. It was rainy and cold for so long that poor Toby was just stuck out on the patio under some towels. It's still rainy and cold, but intermittently, so I've ridden my bike to the farmer's market the past couple of Saturdays, and I also biked to Karla's new place to watch the Super Bowl (and then back home again, slightly tipsy, which was awesome.)
What else, what else.
My sister was in the hospital for sixteen days with a severe case of pancreatitis but she's out now and recovering. I need to see her more. And my niece. I still have their presents from the holidays and birthdays.
My aunt apologized to me. I can't possibly adequately explain the hugeness of this so I'm just going to leave that there.
I started therapy. So that's interesting.
If I lose five more pounds I will allow myself to get my next tattoo.
And in the crazyawesomeyay department? A week or so ago, Christina and I got our tickets to see American Idiot on Broadway (!!!) and just tonight, we booked our flights and our just-in-case-we-find-nowhere-else hostel reservations.
Is it on?
IT IS ON.
I am so stoked. Going to put in my official PTO request at work tomorrow, and then start planning other things to do and see. I want to see the Christopher Walken + Sam Rockwell play, A Behanding In Spokane, and Christina and I both might want to see the revival of West Side Story starring the lovely, nerdy Karen Olivo. Plus there's eight million other things to do, things I already know and love along with places I've never heard of yet that will surely be awesome, and the cathedrals, and Magnolia cupcakes, and just walking around discovering.
I love New York. Those I ♥ NY shirts? They made them for people like me.
ALSO AMERICAN IDIOT ON BROADWAY YAY.
(No Matt Caplan, though, for some strange undisclosed reason that he addressed in a song on his website but we're still all WTF mate?)
Anyhow.
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