Now THIS is what I’ve been waiting a week for!!
Yay lightning! Yay thunder! Yay downpour! WOOOHOOO!!!
Plans
Notice to all AA (burgeoning) writers, that also happen to read my friends’ list:
I’m going to be at the Fleetwood in A^2 tonight. I’ll probably show up around 7, and stick around until 11. I’m bringing my book, my brain, my creativity, my discman and some music.
Meet me if you wanna get some massive creativity on. I will happily bounce ideas off of my noggin, if you don’t mind the return bouncing. :)
Who am I and what have I done with me?
I spent my lunch break outside, in the sun, enjoying the warmth.
Geh.
Pleasant surprises.
Someone has messed something up somewhere.
We are all slowly being locked out of our workstations here at work. It’s a Michigan issue, according to our IT guys in Philly. No amount of resetting or unlocking the accounts is doing anything. I’ve been out since just before five. An hour paid to sit and twiddle my thumbs. What a nice end to the day. :)
Detroit, please read.
What a birthday…
I got this from
Perhaps I didn’t quite convey how I feel about this… HOLY CRAP!!!11!!!1!1!one!!one
Also, a letter I wrote to the editor of the City Pulse was used in Wednesday’s edition. So, I’m published. More to come. :)
Horoscope
TAURUS (April 20-May 20): Welcome to the first horoscope in history that relies entirely on the colors of Crayola crayons for its metaphors. To what do you owe such an honor? Simple, Taurus: After a dicey cruise through the midnight blue and burnt umber parts of the spectrum, you’re now awash with a kaleidoscope of flashier hues, ranging from pink flamingo to electric lime to neon carrot. Even wild blue yonder and mango tango are injecting themselves into the mix. Congrats on this vivid redirection. Where you’re headed is more interesting than the yellow brick road. In Crayola-speak, it’s more like the banana mania brick road.
YESH!
Past the halfway point in Chapter 16.