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2002-04-02 | 7:42 p.m.

corduroy licorice believed in the naked truth. that's why all his court appearances were sans clothing.

subpoena this, judge judy.

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hmm...i was supposed to run tonight, but i am fighting off a sore throat/cold kinda thing. i think to run in this cold weather is really just asking for trouble. plus, i need to be in the best condition possible for my physical exam in the morning. yes, self, you just rationalized your way out of exercising again--this time it's practically under doctor's orders. bravo, lazy ass! bravo.

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this week i will meet man-about-globe pablo. i'm beside myself with giddy glee and twiddle dee dee.

last night i got home from work late and got quite fussy when i realized that one of my neighbor's incredibly numerous visitors (drug lord, perhaps?) had parked in my designated space once more. i grumbled as i climbed the steps (dropping a bag of groceries and almost tripping on the way) to knock on his door. papering my way was a pile of advertising flyers which my neighbors like to yank off their doorknobs and throw on the ground for the magical flyer fairy to retrieve. *grumble, grumble*

funnily enough, when the parking violator answered the door to my "do you have a green honda?" he tried to play it off like he wasn't sure, turning to ask his girlfriend, "is...that...what...yours...um? ok. i'll move it."

yes, it was alexander's horrible, no good, very bad night until i pushed "play" on my answering machine and was treated to the mellifluous tones of one pablo kickasso announcing his impending arrival. hurrah! all is well in the nation of nictation once more.

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