I 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
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
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Date: 2002-09-30 01:32 pm (UTC)From:Re:
Date: 2002-09-30 01:40 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2002-09-30 04:05 pm (UTC)From:oopsy
ok so you were obviously far more affected by it than I was. I saw your get it out post. I was wondering who you were talking about. It didn't occur to me that you meant *me*.
no worries babe. My beliefs are not yours. I am pleased you have the option to choose. :D I was never given that option, alas. It's like knowing I am a girl. Why would I be offended? Life is funny.
thoughts are funny. Memories tend to be the funniest of all.
I just have more funny stories. ;)
me being offended by you laughing when you didn't know better would be as bad as being offended by a child laughing at your funny voice when you have a cold. You just didn't know I meant it. I say lots of stuff that sounds like I am kidding when I am not. I prefer for life to be light. People take themselves far too seriously.
*big smoochies*
buy yourself some false eyelashes and I will forgive you.
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Date: 2002-09-30 10:33 pm (UTC)From:Re: oopsy
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