Kate, i have to say i never, ever expected you to get married. but then, the Kate who lives in my head is a sardonic woman who sits in the B-side and drinks a lot of coffee while she complains about the state of things in a post-Reaganote economy. i have to remember that you've probably changed a little since college. and i have to say, i'm pleased and happy for you, and i wish you and this marc character (who i've never met, which makes things even weirder) the very best of luck in surviving the impending turmoil that is planning a wedding. i hope you can get jennifer lopez to plan your wedding, because baby she's the tops in her field, even though her heart is lonely for the love of a hunky blond pediatrician.
there is not a lick of snow on the ground, and i'm still delirious with the love of a snowless winter. it makes me want to kiss the streets, but then i remember that they have nothing to do with precipitation output, so i get mad at them for trying to trick me into surrendering sweet love. stupid streets. so flat and paved.
nat, my condolences on the loss of your dog. my own dog is nearing the end of his life, and there has been talk about putting him down, so when the time comes i can turn to you for advice or insight. i know i'll miss my own pup.
all right, y'all. i'm off to an art theory class which i'll probably drop.
wedding portrait cookies? dammit.
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