Picking Fights

Posted on | February 10, 2004 | No Comments

I have to go to 2 Master classes this month. I thought this was going to be an issue, but the bosses just said “yeah” and moved on with the conversation. I was all ready for a fight, to lay the ultimatum down. They deflated my argument, and in a sense, I am relieved. The end will come, but I want it to come on my terms.

Rode to work behind a dildo in a H2 this morning. Those vehicles offend me. They are so gluttonous. My scooter would fit into the back of one. So would my dog, cat, boyfriend, apartment….you get the gist. There is this website that I have been trying to contribute to for months now. I am carrying my camera with me everywhere. But it’s hard as hell to catch a pic of an H2 from the back of a Vespa. It’s do-able, but I don’t want to get into accident number three.

My sister is getting married in June, and has threatened to put me into a pink dress. I warned her that I would go into seizures if I had to wear both a dress and something pink. I am allergic to being girly, so I can only handle one thing at at time.

The weeks are creeping up to Colorado. I have started to get really excited. I have missed my family and their special brand of chaos…

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