stay classy, topeka
this is my 800th entry. i’m pretty proud of this. i am also watching Anchorman and despite the fact that my dogs keep barking at the rain through this (i wonder what they’re thinking: “we will bark to make it stop?”) its pretty much the best day of my life. i’m a little upset because of this dichotomy of emotions inside of me. oi. its like i’m simultaneously really upset whenever i hear a happy love song and really sad at the same time because of being sad about steve and excited about joe. this will probably get better, at least, i assume it will get better soon.
joe has been in Japan for 2 weeks as of tomorrow. he gets back saturday and I am totally going to the airport to pick him up. i considered contacting “his people” and doing this as part of a surprise but he asked if i could meet him there so i’m just going to go do it and let him do the part where he has to talk to his dad to tell them that they don’t have to drive about 80 minutes out of their way just to see him. ugh. instead i’ll drive the 2 hours. no biggie.
it’ll be a really good thing though because i’m going to see Josh that afternoon and I’m really excited about that. I miss my best friend! and there is really good news concerning myself and Britain. That is that I may go there and be a conservative! HAHA! TAKE THAT LABOUR PARTY! If I go to Britain it means lots of fabulous things. Like spelling words with extra “U”‘s. Also, I will probably get to see Tony Blair. Seeing Tony Blair would make me cream my panties. Which is one of the grossest ways to note getting excited about something.
I have a meeting with Beatty on Wednesday to talk about it. Then I have to decide what i’m doing abotu classes and living and Joe. I’ll talk to Joe about it and I’m honestly going to consider his opinion on my departure. I think everything is still up in the air for about 299 reasons. So I’ll get things figured out. but until then. stay classy.
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Just stalk around at the end of Downing Street. That’s what I did. The first time I was there, you could get sort of closer but we just drove by, but now you can’t walk down that whole part of the street. I just stood at the end for a while and daydreamed about the wonders that lay on the other side of that gate. Then I took a picture of the street sign. Mmm, Tony.
i randomly generated this poem and it was completely a jess-poem, so here it is.
-there is a temple in china-
instead of worrying
the only people out there
when you were out,
new age hippie types?
you can get sad enough
three years, who’s counting
a home in yr heart
http://www.microfiction.org/brokenpoem/