Let me down hard.

So WTMD’s pledge drive is getting a little old. It’s the only radio station I listen to, and I love their little non-commercial hearts, but if I hear any moreWorld Cafe or the words “We need your support” one more time …

Dreams really do come true: 210west.com is coming along rather nicely. Site’s been redesigned, and there’s a ton of articles, including one by yours truly. Sometimes the penis party gets me down, but mostly it’s been fun.

Dinner and drinks: Iain’s coworker came over today for the steak dinner. It was pretty cool, though I put myself into a frenzy cleaning house today before he arrived. He showed up with a bouquet of irises and good stories, which were appreciated. He’s a pretty cool guy. Retiring, and about to get on with his life.

Just Call Me Crazy Hormone Lady: Oy, this is ridiculous. I’m looking back to about a week or two ago, when I was mired in the depths and dredges of an unholy depression. Somewhere along the way I returned to Normal Land [where I currently reside] and I’m hoping the visa doesn’t run out anytime soon. I enjoy not bawling my eyes out every ten seconds. Oh, speaking of, I’m in the mood for some tearjerkers for the movie marathon I may be hosting for myself this Saturday. [Iain takes off for the wild that afternoon, and I’m struggling for ways to fill the days. The first day gone is always the worst.]

So any recommendations are welcome. As are must-sees for non-tearjerking chick flicks, as well.

“Sue,” for short: So I’m changing my mind. Any future children I may bear will no longer be named after war correspondents [sorry, Wolf Blitzer] but rather after the creative types behind all the spam I receive: Hestia Gornagoviak, Suda Maynaman, Norsen Petervanson. … I don’t know who’s making these names up, but you gotta love them.

June 20, 2003 | Filed Under auto-categorized