The Day it Rained

Here I am in the rain, sans umbrella, and quite enjoying myself.

I think I want to have Ellis Paul's babies. I mean, I know that he and his wife pretty much have that covered, but seriously the man makes my toes curl and my knees turn to pudding. I've often been angry that I didn't have his music earlier in life, but I think these things sort of come around when we're ready.

I'm missing my Eddie Bauer* water jug, and I'm super mad. I drink 4 of those a day, and I'm now living in fear of dehydration. Spit. (Or no spit, if I actually do get dehydrated.)

*It's not really Eddie Bauer- I got it at Marc's for two dollars, but people don't generally know what kind of water container I'm talking about until I slap a brand name on it. It's the kind that Kuck had back in the day. Kuck was sweet.

The devil made me do it.

Well, actually Lesh did. Well, actually he didn't make me; this was just the easiest way for me to be able to post on his entries. It's sort of a minimalistic, half-hearted sort of blog, with a title that just screams, "what the hell else am I going to call it?" But it's mine. So I'll try to love it the best that I can.
Heh- I just spell-checked this entry and "blog" came up as an error. Funny stuff.