I love summertime. I love it. I’m not so good with the heat, but I love the sun and water and flowers and wearing dresses all the time WITHOUT tights or sweaters. I love that it’s 7:02pm and my apartment is still full of light. I have The Doors on – LOUD. My apartment smells like incense and fresh air. Tomorrow we’re going to Madison to go to the zoo. We’ll eat Nepali food and window shop on State Street – maybe it’ll be another magical clothes day – and I’m to get fitted for a bike at Erik The Bikeman’s place.
Tonight, however, I’m waiting for Nate to get home so we can have dinner at Old Chicago and then go see “Finding Nemo.” I’m wicked excited. Would be more excited if he were already here – but that’s OK. I’ve got stuff to do.
Still no sign of the damned W2s. I got a copy of ours from 2002 and mine from 2001 – but no sign of Nate’s. ugh.
Last chance on my ebay stuff. I think the auctions end tomorrow afternoon. Make me some money!
Spent all week talking about curvy girls and thinking improper thoughts. And how did I end up with “Pleasure Slave”? Ahh, summertime, when a young girl’s thoughts turn to, well, all kinds of scandalous things. mmm.