I have Onion breath!!!! *Whoooo!*

Munch munch chew chew--*cinnamon Altoids*
Onion bagels for breakfast are delicious, but it's hard to get rid of the aftereffect.:)

I got the fabric and ribbon I wanted. There's a costumer's shop called Teeners not far from me, and it's Foofy Fabric, makeup and acoutrement heaven.
I showed incredible restraint in the face of peacock feathers, ostrich boas, tights in every description possible and gauzy black fabrics with glittery patterns half price off, and only got a yard of satin and the ribbon. (Um...I may go back this weekend...drool drool Gothyfabric half off drooool* Tonight I finish the contract doll, and try something different--a winged, hinged-jawed creature to hang from a window and look menacing.

Sounds like the date of my performance appraisal get's picked today. *shudder*

Ms Eff, looking at the pile of work ahead of her...It feels like the fabled Aegean Stables.
Maybe I can temporarily reroute the Mississippi...:)

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No, I didn't go to Teener's yet, but will after work.. So there:)


Right now I have friends dropping off the face of the Earth again, all for very good personal reasons. I miss them already. I hope they'll be okay.

Then of course old old friends who dropped off the face of the earth a while back popped back up. Grandma Lawrence, (yes, Lawrence,so hush!) and Alex, and someone else I dated very very briefly. Our friendship is a little tense now, since he's the one who stopped calling, so I'm a bit resigned to him not calling *again* when it happens. But the waves of the Universe wash us all back and forth, and it's funny who and what ends up on my particular shore sometimes...

Ms Eff, letting the waves wash her hair back and forth around her face...

Poem-like thing.

HERMITcrab...

(A friend of mine gave me the idea for this)

I wish I could carry
my world on my back,
and retreat
into chitinous cosiness
when the world
comes to pester me;
I could go anywhere,
happy as a clam,
happy as a seashell-clad skittering fellow,
I could go anywhere
and not lose my happy home;
I could redecorate
and pick out another shell, bigger and bigger
kick out the sand and make sandcastle candles,
make seashell bangles in my calceous condo,
and curl up and sleep, lulled
By the ocean sound of shells
roaring in your ears...

Ms Eff, who loves poetry better than she writes it.