where have you been, my old friend?

went to the eye doc today (sounds like an apple product) and they dilated my eyes and now i can't see so well. but it's coming back, slowly slow, so meantime i sit in a dark office with sunglasses on and typing. also, dual purpose herewith as i'm killing time. die!

dithering here and there, i feel honestly, truthfully that i oughtn't write about people for good or ill anymore. keep the karma close to the chest, if you will. and you will!

my no-longer-so-very-super-super is an odd bod. we spoke on the phone the other day, after he left a sweet message on valentine's day, and i felt during our phone call that it was wrong, after cooing my kittenish laugh into the portable receiver (those two of y'all out there reading...one of you must know me and my kittenish laugh) and subtle attempts to get him to say let's go out again, slush, which he may want to but may feel hemmed in by his belief in jesus and my not sharing that belief and also hemmed in by his being not the same as me in other ways (he pointed out on the tellie that i am the first white woman he's ever gone out with. 'you took my virginity,' is what he said and maybe it's somewhat signficant?), i felt it would be wrong, as i was trying to say some time earlier in this quite too long paragraph, to say in that same conversation 'by the way, the drain in the bathroom sink and the drain in the tub desparately need snaking. and no, that is NOT a euphemism.'

though. it could be. to quote john lennon, 'imagine:'

'hey baby, i need you to snake my drain.'

so, i did not say that to him. but. then i called him yesterday to say that expressly, one of those sometimes disappointing all business calls. but check it, a child answered and asked who was calling and i said, 'just one of the tenants,' and the child who i think sounded to be around 9 said, 'daddy's not home.' so i texted him the msg about clogged, unseemly drains and noted a child had answered.

and the thing is, i know he has a child, he told me, but the kid is supposed to be 14 and maybe that was the14 y.o., but it's a bit fishy. like sushi. to be consumed in extreme moderation what with those elevated mercury levels.

i see now clearly: i haven't kept the karma close in this case.

if you speak aloud the previous sentence without looking at the words (it requires very minimal memorization, i promise), you'll find an adept use of alliteration. i am nothing if not an expert alliterator. tell that to the fellas you fix me up with. i think it's a selling point.

(alliter-ate-her...i don't even know her!)

have i mentioned how much i love kanye west? i do. i proclaim it now.

pretend there is a section break right here.

my friend's mom set me up with a talent agent, er, manager (apparently you have to have a license to be an agent. i am not knowing that). and we chatted. and he seems dolce. but lives thousands of miles away. so there that went. and my sister has a set up for me too. must remind her about that. and tomorrow i am going to a concert of a band in which one of the members is super foxy. but i do believe he is attached. still, when i last saw him, he kissed me on the cheek. and i haven't washed that check ever again!

speaking of fandom. my eight year old niece told me she loves the beatles, told me 'i'm probably their biggest fan' which killed me for how wonderful she is.