So much damned rain. Good thing I'm making rigatoni, I love rigatoni. I'd love it more if there was sunshine.
I had the funniest dream the other night. Well, I thought it was funny. I was having this affair with Ryan Stiles, and it was really hot and everything, very sexy part of the dream, and we were making out and all naked and stuff when he leaps out of bed and runs naked into the yard screaming at the neighbour to get his stuff off Ryan's lawn, and I can hear him yelling about the junk creeping onto his lawn when I realize he's yelling, "Goddammit, Joe Flaherty, I'm sick of your garbage on my lawn!". Yep, that's right. I dream of Canadian Comedy.
I am in this fringe show tonight, tomorrow night, the next night and the night after that. It's raining and raining and I've had the two busiest days yet delivering flowers, it's crazy at the store because of Rosh Hashanah, (the Jewish New Year). So now all I want to do is curl up with my book and some tea and not go anywhere. Eh, it'll be fun. Gotta go dress like a lesbian now!
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An attempt to avoid the maudlin. To think of absurdity and beauty as symbiotic. To be naked. I am endlessly fascinated with my own story.
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that's sort of a weird thing to say, that you weren't aware so many people cared about it. it's a pretty important jewish holiday, and to assume that just because you aren't knowledgeable in this area therefore other people haven't a clue, either, is kind of strange. there's a fairly large jewish community in vancouver, so...you know...choose your language carefully.
thanks to all for luck.
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