Monday, December 29, 2008

little red wagon

Had to get a mani/pedi before leavin' on a jet plane tomorrow at the crack of dawn. Obviously.

So my nails were drying and I had an itch on my nose. So I scratched it.

I'm the only person on this planet that can manage to smudge red nail polish all over my nose in the process.

Its true. The salon lady had to come over and wipe the polish off my nose... in front of everyone. Including Erin, baring witness and photographing my face, pre-public-cotton-ball-nose-swab.

Now I've got to pack up and try to find a little time to sleep before getting up at 3:45 a.m. to head to the airport. I can't believe it's been more than 6 weeks since I've seen Steven. I can't decide what to do first. Hug, kiss or clobber. Hmm...


[my nose still itches]


I'll update on California things when I get back on Sunday. Till then, peace, love and all that stuff.

Sunday, December 28, 2008

ducks in a row

Damn.

It's been a long time since I've done this blog thing.

The first time I tried, I was in college and some of my ex-boyfriend's friends kept leaving crappy anonymous comments on every opinion I tried to express.

Second time was a pretty wide span of time between undergrad and now. I wrote mostly when I was upset about something. And that's just wrong.

This time... this time is more inspired by good than bad. I've always been a writer, quite like my grandmother. She passed away this fall and left a lifetime of journals for us all to enjoy. Her views on life, love and trivia are fascinating. Maybe it was magical because she wrote in hardback journals with golden-lined pages. Maybe it was nostalgic because she had handwriting like you'd imagine reading off a document from the 19th century. Maybe it was just because she was my grandmother and I have so much of her personality... I really don't know.

So here goes, 3rd time's a charm.

Its Sunday night and I'm doing laundry and picking up around the apartment, getting ready to catch a plane on Tuesday early in the morning to San Francisco. 2008 has been a year of chaos, among other things, and I'm ready to be held and kissed into 2009.

The whole -no alcohol sale- thing on Sundays really bites. I would kill for a numbers ale right now, but my fridge is bare and... well... its flippin' Sunday.



Post Script of the day: Call people on their birthday... even if your friendship has dwindled and could possibly be non-existent. I missed making a phone call yesterday out of some pride and/or confusion and it feels icky in my heart.

[happy 27th, mclain]