The Pattern
Posted on Sat, 01/31/2009 - 18:25
It's been one of those weeks you know, like it seems everyone is having, where I'm pulled in all different directions. M-C says it's the mercury retrograde.
It costs about $800 to fly to Havana.
I know that.
Now.
Stay home, for once, in your life, Butcher, (it feels), just dig in and bear through, the winter, the wonder.
Find a fake girlfriend, (swoon).
Settle in with needles and wool. Starting on wrong side.
Knit.
Shovel hard.
Purl.
Bide your time.
Knit.
Exercise over much.
Yarn over.
Bake bread.
Knit. Knit. Turn to right side.
but it only costs about $457 to fly to El Paso. I know that now. Cause I'm a lone wolf like Clint Eastwood.
This has been the longest January I ever remember. Mercury retrograde, eh? A friend tells me that buying snowshoes will change everything. I wish I were one of those people who could be transformed through winter sports equipment. I feel your pattern/pain.
Mae: Are you going to head south for some howlin'?
Aggie: Fuck, I know. Though I'm not sure that snowshoes changed my life. Maybe because they were given to me? But still I think without the fresh air and endorphins I'd be right truly bonkers.
Probably. Might persuade Hilary to come too.
3 would make it ideal. By that I mean you should come too.
By that I mean, Ottawa's 3 hottest queer, single (is the new black), women, should hit the dessert in a pick up truck, get sweaty and dusty and clad in sexy snap up shirts, and have the time of their lives in small town gay bars and the great open skies of New Mexico.
just sayin'...