2005-03-10 - 6:59 a.m.
My creativity is afloat somewhere atop a sea of mediocrity and I'm stuck here, in this life-raft, with no paddle and no creativity in sight. Well, no matter...I imagine we'll bump into each other...again...out here...somewhere.
Just for the record, resting your eyes and going completely comatose in the passenger seat of my car are two, totally different things.
As you know, Anne is comfortable enough to sleep in my car on our epic commute into the city, as evidenced by her French-Canadian lumberjack style snores the other day. Yesterday, however; she was out so hard that she sat, mouth open, so silently that I thought she might be dead. You can imagine my "journal" entry after experiencing something like that.
And today she was gone again, apparently running a mini-chainsaw somewhere deep in the forests of her throat, this among sporadic murmurings in her sleep. Yes people...she was (almost) talking in her sleep.
I knew taking on commuters was going to add an element of...something...to my morning trek - but this? Things are just starting to get good, I can tell. Stay tuned kiddies, because I have two new riders starting next week.
I needs me a GAY man! And not just any gay man, but a nice little Nelly gay man, as my friend Daddy Bear would say (Nelly). No, I am not (necessarily) looking for any extra curricular sex. Speaking of sex, if I was one to share stories of marital bliss, I'd have a tale to tell after last night's close encounter. GOOD-GAWD!
Anyway, I seem to have misplaced my personal sense of style somewhere between Germany and here. I swear to god, I can't seem to dress myself or get a decent haircut these days without looking like something that crawled from the pages of an LL Bean catalogue. Not that LL Bean is bad...it's just that...
If I had a Nelly to hang out with - he'd be upstairs, sitting at the dining room table drinking some tea and reading "O" magazine when I emerged from the basement, after concluding my morning routine. And when he saw me he'd be all, "OH MY GOD, GIRL! What are you thinking!? You are NOT going out in that are you? What, are you going to a photo shoot for LL Bean!?" You get the picture.
I wish the FAB 5 would show up on my door step and do their thing. Ugh...if I could just find a decent, gay hairstylist even. This is DC, for god's sake! Does anyone know a good gay stylist in DC? Call me...
