A Dress with No Tights Makes for a Happy January
i’m here to report another night of bad dreams, this time focusing on a former coworker who hated me to an extreme degree even in real life, and an extreme-er degree (including bodily harm) as i slept. luckily the dream ended with me belting it out live, on stage, with THE NEW KIDS, so all was not lost. still, i’d rather sleep peacefully – i think.
there’s the beginning of some excitement in my life – excitement that takes the form of me wearing my finest PINEAPPLE attire AND high heels (not of the comfort variety) and heading downtown. i’ll leave it at that for now. hopefully more to come.
and that whole airplane floating on the hudson thing yesterday – i’m not exactly sure how deal with that one. i’m not a great flyer to begin with (you should ask ABN to see his hand after surviving a flight with me squeezing tight) and now i have to worry about birds too?! i will be popping many-a-pill on my upcoming trip to boston.
Thank you 
