I should be doing other things. Possibly reading many-many blogs, baking cookies, putting away toys, cleaning, laundry, watching old episodes of Grey's Anatomy, paying bills or even sleeping. Instead I've been avoiding writing this post by adding to my Stylehive. What can I say? I have an addictive personality!
It seems I am brain dead on Friday's. After the workweek ends, creatively I shrivel up like a dried apricot. Better make that jelly because this weekend is going to be jam-packed! Sorry if that made you gag a little. It's just that we do a have a super fun filled weekend extravaganza all lined up. I'm sure I'll have plenty of pictures to share.
Until then I'll leave you with a quick meme that I promised Mrs. Chicky that I would do ages ago. I must have been saving it for this very occasion. The rules are that I am supposed to grab the closest book and tell you lines 5 through 8 on page 123.
"It sounds like someone is taking a huge piss, only no one could drink that much."This is from Our Noise by Jeff Gomez. This debut novel was originally published as a 'zine distributed through mail-order venues and Tower Records. Bret Easton Ellis brought it to the attention of publishers. It is one of hundreds of books collecting dust waiting for me to read.
Standing in the center of the courtyard (something she hadn't even noticed before since the landlady had rushed her up the back stairs) is a large, circular cement fountain meekly spitting out a thin stream of gray water.
"Is that thing on all the time?"