meals this week.

this woman on my tour gave me a whole bag of kettle corn saturday, which i ate in lieu of lunch and dinner.

then last night someone who works at georgetown brewing company brought us four gallons of beer at work, which, again, i drank for my dinner (not all four gallons).

i found out my boss used to date an actor from one of my favorite south african soapies, isidingo. and also that we are going to try to get dave matthews to do a benefit concert. i mean, he lives in the neighborhood and all. my boss's son's friend is friends with his kids. we got jane goodall, for godsake!

after sitting in front of the fire drinking more free dinner beer, ellie and i went to the blue moon. i haven't been there probably since whatever the last major holiday was. but it never changes. last night there were two men in matching red zoot suits and fedoras and this dog that was chasing it's tail and chasing it's tail and chasing it's tail and the band played stop hey what's that sound and the whole crowd was singing along and it was the woman bartender working, so she gave us a discount on our drinks just because we are women and we weren't those obnoxious men sitting at the bar. and then a man came up to our table and sold us a $6 cheese pizza and this pizzajerk named shane came up and asked where we got it and when we told him, he didn't believe us. i offered him my last piece of crust as evidence and he opened his mouth. i guess he wanted me to feed it to him. i said, "i'm not going to feed you. you have to take it yourself." and he said, "nah, that's okay." and just high-fived us about three times each.

tk is starting to piss on things more. everyone tries to be mad at him but he's so fucking cute, it never really works. now everything he peed on is in the washing machine and it's making that thu-thunk-thu-thunk sound like it's going to explode.

i actually dreamed that i was in south africa two nights ago. it was so amazing to be there. since then, south africa keeps popping up in conversation. also in the dream my dad had this asymmetrical emo hipster haircut. it looked so weird.

crunchy leaves make fall autumn

well, now my hair is bright red. i didn't quite plan on it. we dyed it blonde first, so the brown part of the auburn that i was supposed to provide didn't happen.

everyone says they love it. really, everyone. even the save the children canvassers in front of pcc. i guess you have to say things like that when someone's hair is bright red. but not so enthusiastically, you know? when you "oh my god love it! love! it!" sooo much, that's when i get skeptical.

i mean, i don't love it that much. i love it kind of like i love my romper and my tutu and my velvet shrug and my gold lamé pants and the way i dance: in a sincere, but ridiculous sort of way...in a costumey sort of way (but different than a costume. more real).

i've always been bad at taking compliments. but especially when i think they are unnecessary and/or false. i'm just a skeptic.

other than my hair, not much has changed. shana and i picked the cutest lil' pumpkin on bainbridge today. i want to fill it with beer, then i want to make it into pie.

i had my work review. but we're in a pay freeze so that doesn't mean much except for an hour's worth of awkwardly listening to compliments.

ying visited and my soul feels better than it did. we danced, ate lots of foods, and played boggle in the park. she kicked my ass at boggle, which i probably deserved for making her ride all over the g.d. city on my clunky 'ol schwinn.

i recently learned that up to 21% of women who have natural labors might be orgasming during birth.

i took tk to the vet. while i was waiting i listened to the receptionist call patient after patient saying, "hi, this is cathy. just wanted to remind you of cosmo's teeth cleaning tomorrow" and "looking forward to seeing schnuggums for her annual feces screening and toenail trimming next week..." things that make me not want to go to the vet anymore.



....does anyone else get scared that they're becoming a boring grown-up?