I read this great line in “The Poisonwood Bible” this morning that I was all prepared to come and regurgitate here, but I forgot the book. Ho hum.
My family visit was phenomenal. They loved the play, and my mom, daughter of the 70s she is, recognized Stuart from “Love American Style” immediately. Silly silly.
Oh, they forgot my fishing rod. I think it’s about time I take matters into my own hands — literally – and just start snagging pike like a bear would a salmon. Of course, it would be much easier if there existed 1. a current and 2. a fervent pike spawn in Chautauqua Lake. Again, ho hum.
In ridiculously glamorous news, I had a job interview this morning (he called 15 minutes late; i was pacing and sweating like a schoolboy…haha “i desperately want to make love to a school boy.” stream of consciousness, sorry.) and i think it went brilliantly. So much so, in fact, that I have a flight booked and ready to take me to Madison Avenue in a few weeks to meet him in person and see the office for myself. I’ll be spending the time until then working diligently to learn Chicago Style.
Thanks to a new photo spread in National Geographic, an excursion to Bolivia is now on my bucket list. Right below seeing the Northern Lights and right above reading Finnegan’s Wake.
Tomorrow Jenny turns 23. And then Matt Howard turns 23 on Saturday. What is with this aging thing? It’s such crap. I’d desperately like to remain comfortably in Clare College and under my parents’ health insurance for quite some time. Eh, actually, I take that back. I just don’t want to be penniless. What an odd word. Anyway, I bought them both books. Tremendous shock there.
“There’s always somebody who is paid too much and taxed too little – and it’s always somebody else.” – Cullen Hightower
