words are foreplay for the soul
October 28th, 2008

You know something’s wrong when you never even check your stats anymore.

Or write a post.  Or sleep.

In addition to my regularly-scheduled activities, I’ve been writing content, editing, and designing a website. Which is technically “up” except for a major bug, so I’ll hold off on the announcement.  But I poured my heart and soul into this thing.  And Matthew spent the last two months doing all sorts of techie things in its creation, things that I don’t even know the complexity of, but doing them consumed all his time. And he is very very good at what he does, and is about 1000 times faster doing anything connected with a computer than I am (except Twitter. Twitter is totally my world, baby!), and if he spent all day for two months doing this then you know this site is the SHIT.

And it is. Except I can’t show it to you yet.

In the past 3 days we’ve been watching The Kite Runner. I’ve read the book twice and Matthew just finished it. I could not stop shaking while watching it. I am going to dream about that brown land ringed by white-capped mountains.

And I am so very tired on such a deep inner level that I am incapable of rest. I hope you never feel this way.

October 5th, 2008

100 x365 #8: That boss from Tulsa

You were responsible for the faux Texas accent I adopted for two full years, the one that seemed real because it got stronger as I got drunker.  Every morning you’d ask someone to pop open your can of Pepsi; with your 3-inch nails you couldn’t manage it.  I emulated you too much (except for the nails; I could never get into even painting mine let alone the weekly maintenance) and when you got distinctly colder after I hit on your ex-husband in the hot tub on your birthday, I figured out you weren’t over him and I went too far.