Good old Richard Brautigan's poetry just landed on my desk. I forgot about how I used to memorize his poetry with Jen in high school.
Here's the Brautigan poem of the day:
Nice Ass
There is so much lost
And so much gained in
these words.
More news:
Went to a really fun Oscar party at my friend, Maggie's home. She's trying to set me up with her housemate. We'll see. So far there's mutual interest, but I have a feeling this one is going to take a while.
Aimee is gone again. I feel like I'm the housewife who pads around, waiting for her to come home from her business trips, worrying that she may be having affairs. Except in our case, it would be good for her to be having affairs. What with the fact that we're not lesbian lovers.
I had lunch with Alyssa and Eva today. That was kind of fun but I'm worried Eva thinks I'm out of my mind. I'm not losing sleep over it, but I have to say, I could get where she's coming from.
My Raw Food book finally came in at the library, but I don't see how it could happen. All the germinating and preparing and blending and words that end in -ing. Polarchip, sending you major props. On that note, I'm not drinking coffee this week because I want my face to clear for a certain date I have this weekend.
I'm not that into Ian McEwan's Saturday. Anyone want to help me out with that?
Aimee told me that maybe the reason I'm not doing any writing/schoolwork is because I'm acting out about no longer having Michael as my mentor. I think she's right. I finally got a little bit of work going last night and I'm going to try and keep up with it tonight.
Song of the day:
*Man Eater by Nelly Furtado
Perhaps of the day:
*Perhaps I like horses after all.
