words of encouragement...

so, I call myself a dork and it creates massive comment. Some think I am...and some think I should be proud.
What does a girl say at a time like this...except, I think I should eat cake for breakfast.
I just have to remind myself to not get too...interested in a guy. I should just stop all of this at once and continue with my weirdly convent-like life. blah..I am a dork. okay...must stop...must go and eat cake and not think about how I am such an idiot.

sex toys and maurice sendak

Soooo...
Meighan and I went shopping today and we went to a bunch of fun places...looked at neat things and then I took her to a sex shop and I helped her shop for sex toys and all that healthy stuff. Maybe my calling should be as a sex educator. that way we can have a lot more well-adjusted people who know about their bodies and know what to do. Yay masturbation. (that would by my motto)hrm...we also found some neat where the wild things are magnents. Those will look good next to her naked lady magnents.
Isn't decorating fun?

chekov

I went to see my friend Meighan tonight in Chekov's The Cherry Orchard.
I was completely engaged by it. For some, Chekov is difficult to sit through and I understand that. It is a lot of talking and often it can appear grave (hey...it is russian) but...this worked well. It balanced the serious...tragic moments with the light and almost..slapstick. Meighan was so good as the maid. She got some of the best laughs...and she appeared so vunerable. Damn, there is nothing better then some good theater sometimes.
Maybe it is my melancholy that is so pulled by people disconnected, and bound for some disappointment. There is a kind of comedy to his work...maybe not comedy, but humour. A man who buys up a property..and loses the people who were so much a part of it. well enough of that. I am off to help a friend get drunk!