*coughcough* *snorrrrrrrrrt* Beh.
I feel so icky. What is with my sicknesses lately?? I get a full-on cold, or flu, or whatever...but only for like half a day. Then I'm ok for another 2 or 3 days. Then I come down with something else. How fucking weird.
So by this logic I hope to be better by tomorrow. I get to go home for Thanksgiving, which means I'm going to be in a car for 42 hours to be home for...42 hours. That's fucking insane. But whatever, I get to hug my mom and my cat and go to Tom 'n' Abby's for Thanksgiving and have Trinidad punch and stuffing and turkey and watch Who Framed Roger Rabbit, a Thanksgiving tradition. (We also watch The Adventures of Baron Munchausen on New Year's) and see a bunch of really wonderful people I only see once a year, IF I'm in Oregon for T-day. And two days of "real" winter weather should be enough to make me appreciate the fucking ridiculous 98-degree nonsense we've been having here lately.
My friend Jenny and I are going to have a booth at a farmers market/craft bazarre/swap meet type place, YEAH!! Now I have a week to come up with things to sell. I'm thiking picture frames, Shrinky Dink items and matchbooks. And possibly custom painted shoes....I'll have to give this some more thought. And I need a new name. "Torque" won't do here. Meh...maybe. Torque was more high-end. *sigh* I wish I could find that piece I wrote about my successful life running my own creative company...my pretend world was the shit. In my L.A., I lived in a loft, drove my old (restored, of course) '68 Mustang with the top down to work in the morning, and was so busy I only sometimes had time to send my assistant out for French food for lunch. I made things that made people exclaim, "AWESOME"...things that no one needed but everyone would LOVE. I talked to cool people all day and hung out with cooler people all night. FUCK, what happened!?!? I was on my way to that at one point!
Well, this will be my own Renaissance. Or something. I need to stop making statements like that because I end up disappointed. I got my cattoo to remind me I always have an ace up my sleeve and the world in the palm of my hand, and it has thus far been ineffective. *sigh*
So, Happy Thanksgiving to you, be safe, and happy. And full.
I feel so icky. What is with my sicknesses lately?? I get a full-on cold, or flu, or whatever...but only for like half a day. Then I'm ok for another 2 or 3 days. Then I come down with something else. How fucking weird.
So by this logic I hope to be better by tomorrow. I get to go home for Thanksgiving, which means I'm going to be in a car for 42 hours to be home for...42 hours. That's fucking insane. But whatever, I get to hug my mom and my cat and go to Tom 'n' Abby's for Thanksgiving and have Trinidad punch and stuffing and turkey and watch Who Framed Roger Rabbit, a Thanksgiving tradition. (We also watch The Adventures of Baron Munchausen on New Year's) and see a bunch of really wonderful people I only see once a year, IF I'm in Oregon for T-day. And two days of "real" winter weather should be enough to make me appreciate the fucking ridiculous 98-degree nonsense we've been having here lately.
My friend Jenny and I are going to have a booth at a farmers market/craft bazarre/swap meet type place, YEAH!! Now I have a week to come up with things to sell. I'm thiking picture frames, Shrinky Dink items and matchbooks. And possibly custom painted shoes....I'll have to give this some more thought. And I need a new name. "Torque" won't do here. Meh...maybe. Torque was more high-end. *sigh* I wish I could find that piece I wrote about my successful life running my own creative company...my pretend world was the shit. In my L.A., I lived in a loft, drove my old (restored, of course) '68 Mustang with the top down to work in the morning, and was so busy I only sometimes had time to send my assistant out for French food for lunch. I made things that made people exclaim, "AWESOME"...things that no one needed but everyone would LOVE. I talked to cool people all day and hung out with cooler people all night. FUCK, what happened!?!? I was on my way to that at one point!
Well, this will be my own Renaissance. Or something. I need to stop making statements like that because I end up disappointed. I got my cattoo to remind me I always have an ace up my sleeve and the world in the palm of my hand, and it has thus far been ineffective. *sigh*
So, Happy Thanksgiving to you, be safe, and happy. And full.
I'm fine
p.s. I haven't forgotten. I'm still looking. The best I've come up with so far though is either a 65 or a 67.
p.p.s. I still need to send you those pics. Damn I keep forgeting
p.p.p.s. This is Rik not Nik but you've probably figured that out by now.