Monday, December 15, 2008


Weeks of pent up frustration, stress, sleeplessness, and other 'nesses have finally set me off on a whirlwind of snapping at people right and left. It appears that I cannot hold my tongue indefinitely and I'm fairly certain there will be more casualties before this storm subsides. Its a fair warning. Apologies in advance. I promise I'm as sweet as honey, as long as you are considerate and not a hosebag. But if you have it coming, you're gonna get it.


Lydia Milman Schmidt said...

Skype date? I promise not to be a hosebag OR to dump pig's blood on you!

Anonymous said...

where do you get your horoscope? i used to read mine every thursday or friday in the bham weekly and they helped me through, no lie. i want to believe.
first thing you do when you get home and otherwise unobliged: come see me in my mom's store. im working there mon, tue, wed. then after well go for coffee and ohenrys and learn to steal from tria. yes, steal. expensive desserts. practice opening up your large sholder bag discreetly.
many many hugs,