Painting my fingernails blue,

listening to the mix tape that was waiting in the mailbox when I checked it this afternoon,

along with it came a card from Rad-Boy, extolling my virtues as he sees them & I got a little teary because he's really started looking up & around & through instead of always down, down, down & it warmed the cockles.

Say "cockles" a few hundred times in a row after drinking Red-Headed-Sluts all evening & tell me it isn't the funniest word ever.

cockles, cockles, cockles ...

it's even fun to type.

A Saturday off & a mix-tape in the mail from James, how could it not be an amazing weekend?

So I've been puttering around, washing the dog & cleaning & posting pictures of my disgustingly adoreable animals on Myspace & frame shopping at thrift stores with my walkman on my hip, listening to Mates of State & Ryan Adams & My Morning Jacket & Camera Obscura & The Smiths & smiling like a dork 'cause he's the BEST mix-taper on earth & I am lucky enough to have received quite a few of his creations.

The Heterosexual-Life-Partner is moving away tomorrow. Yes, my Jenny is moving up to Oregon ... six hours away by Millie, an hour by plane & I should feel forlorn, but am instead proud & happy for her. She's doing something other than this & that will be great for her. I'll have to find other drinking partners, which will prove difficult since no one can keep up with our livers of steel.

I'm gonna miss the fuck out of her.

I'm sure after a week or two the sad will come knocking, but right now I just can't let myself slip into any flavor of sad for fear I won't be able to pull out of it.

I may be painting my nails blue (OPI Dominant Jeans to be exact) though I feel anything but.

:echoing through my headphones: The Beatles ~ Got To Get You Into My Life
:feeding my head: the latest issue of Paste

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