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Sep. 30th, 2002 10:27 amI partied my little white booty off over the weekend. They were both good parties, but I want more. Am I turning into a crazed party animal? I figure I had it coming because I have the wedding that shouldn't be happening and visiting in-laws this coming weekend, thereby depriving me of contact with both MOOers and Seagoofs. (Yeah, I've already whined about that. Too bad for you, Mister or Miss Journal Reader.)
I want to move to upper Queen Anne. Then I want to move my company to lower Queen Anne. From one of the parties I could see Eliott Bay and all these beautiful hundred-year-old houses. I even found a decent parking space; my mojo must have been working.
Watching people who can dance well is a joy, even though my knees start having sympathy pains. Taking a dance class goes on my list of things to do if I ever have insane amounts of time and money.
Have you ever met somebody with whom you have so much in common it's a little eerie? I have. If I hadn't socialized so much this past weekend, I'd probably be obsessing over it.
Yay getting lots of makeup tips from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
staxxy while she painted and squeezed me 18th century style. I feel like an eejit for thinking she was joking about a certain belief system and laughing when she wasn't. I hope she's not cheezed off about it. The funny thing is, that's at least the second time that's happened to me. Welcome to the west coast.
I want to move to upper Queen Anne. Then I want to move my company to lower Queen Anne. From one of the parties I could see Eliott Bay and all these beautiful hundred-year-old houses. I even found a decent parking space; my mojo must have been working.
Watching people who can dance well is a joy, even though my knees start having sympathy pains. Taking a dance class goes on my list of things to do if I ever have insane amounts of time and money.
Have you ever met somebody with whom you have so much in common it's a little eerie? I have. If I hadn't socialized so much this past weekend, I'd probably be obsessing over it.
Yay getting lots of makeup tips from
staxxy while she painted and squeezed me 18th century style. I feel like an eejit for thinking she was joking about a certain belief system and laughing when she wasn't. I hope she's not cheezed off about it. The funny thing is, that's at least the second time that's happened to me. Welcome to the west coast.
