Adventures in AndreaLand

Well here it is, the day intended to make heros out of unimaginitive boyfriends and spinsters out of us poor single girls with no man to lavish us with ass fattening chocolate, wilting flowers and little fuzzy bears holding pink fuzzy hearts. Amateurs. I received some yummy cupcakes from my cute gay neighbor and delighted in every one of those ass fattening chocolate delights. They didn’t taste bitter at all.
And thanks to all of you who called for updates on the snowstorm, I survived the Winter Snow Blast 2006 just fine with tequila and wine. Jen and I partied it up with the Seattle crew as accumulations grew and spent the greater part of Sunday watching the snow fall, bad tv and eating Mexican delivery. It was lovely.

I recently had a late night epiphany that we are to either accept things or find them unacceptable. So then why is there always so much gray matter moving oozing expanding hiding and seeking the secret spaces of justifiabliity?
I’ve also realized that when one is an unemployed professional graduate thesis draft dodger, it is possible to consume inordinate amounts of crack cocaine coffee while discussing random blither with crazy strangers and devoting many many many hours to the repeated nonadventures of Jerry Kramer George and Elaine.