miss_lady

Ahhhh. I love my Sundays off. Sometimes I'm in bed all day getting the eyeliner from the night before all over my pillow and popping Advil, but not today. I was at Starbucks (give me that good ol' corporate coffee!) bright and early, and came home and made yummy lox and bagel sandwiches. I went out and hit Borders where I got a cool English magazine entirely about David Bowie, then Best Buy to get 3 CD's all in completely different genres from each other, then the local independent video/coffee/beer+wine hipster hangout where I rented one of my fav movies "The Dreamlife of Angels" from the vacant young man behind the counter.

I was going to get fancy for a new profile pic to be taken, but instead I ran around barefoot on the golf course across the street playing football for an hour. I can throw a football pretty well, but after a while I just start acting like a dork and doing what I like to think of as my victory dances or cheerleader moves. It's usually just amusing to me. Instead I should be paying more attention so I don't get hit in the face while wearing my glasses. The grass on the course is really soft, and I lied down on it for a little while thinking how great it is to be outside in FL right now, not freezing like the rest of the country, and not getting sunburned immediately like I do most of the year here. And guess what? I can still do a cartwheel.

So I'm uncharacteristically dirty, I have weird sticker-burrs (probably a country term I got from my dad) all over my clothes from chasing the football into the bushes, and I probably don't smell too good....but it's nice to act like a kid sometimes and say fuck makeup/hair/deodorant(!), I'm gonna run around outside and have fun.

Now I'm going to kick back with some BBQ and beer, and keep putting off housework.


all y'all, K