I'm just there to look at the wimmins

In Ikea the other evening, I kept ending up in the same aisle as this really cute butchdykey woman. We would smile and banter, and I would go about my work.

Me: "I'm not stalking you, honest."

Her: "It would be all right if you were."

*swoon*

weekendness

( laundry-listishness )

miscellany

tummy's better. thanks for your sweet better-tummy wishes.

sweet potatoes make a fine potato salad all by their lonesome.

peets (peet's?) makes a lovely carrot-ginger reduced-fat muffin.

despite logistical nonsense, getting excited about alt.polycon. (but a bit bummed that sogwife isn't going to be able to attend -- she's officiating at a friend's wedding.)

working tomorrow and wednesday at uc berkeley. yay. more money for our hotel room. double yay.

billie holiday is a god(dess).

off to sell plates. have a lovely night.

this week

( boring schedule stuff in which serene is Way Too Fucking Busy )

Sure hope someotherguy still remembers who I am next week. Maybe I should take a picture or something.