First: Ted & Allen & Stacy & Jim say “Hi.”
…They’ve been bugging me to tell you for days now, and are monitoring my blog at this point. As they have threatened to procreate new spawn if I neglect to tell you “hello” this time, (and as they appear to be now major fixtures in my life), I thought keeping the peace would be the smarter way to go, on this.
…Also, a postcard just came in the mail today from Mrs. Johnson.
…Seems she’s taken a spur-of-the-moment puddle jumper to the islands for a quickie. Cuz she’s a flipping harlot. Yet, for some reason, she felt inclined to send all her luggage ahead. It is now being stored primarily in my belly, like a rising loaf of yeast bread, filling more and more pant space every day.
Super awesome, really.
Meanwhile, for m’first night off since Tech week, I started back up with my walks and wars with the Big Pink Ball. Twenty minutes of Pilates and a six-mile trek was rewarded by a 3D date with my lover: Benedict Cumberbatch. Star Trek. Was super. He was super-er.
…That voice and his ridiculous elegance of stature (and general yumminess) makes me want to very bad things, very well…if you get what I mean.
…Because I am always so subtle that I often doubt that you do.
(I mean: sex.)
…And in other “meanwhiles,” I have about a week’s worth of blog subscriptions I haven’t read, so am going to go now and do that.
…Because supporting the Arts is important!
…And so is stalking.
~D
