Reading rosyxxx's journal

Well, I am halfway through another crocheted baby blanket. It's something I work on when I wake up and make breakfast, and when I feel a little frazzled. It's another form of meditation for me... and one that when done at work, doesn't look so odd. Not that it matters.

I hope, soon, to have the drop-shoulder red sweater I started two months ago finished sometime soon, and ditto the the silk bathing suit wrap. I can't finish that until my lady here finishes the yarn she promised. I paid for it already, so that she wouldn't have to worry, but I think she forgot to call me back. Hmm. Maybe I should call. I wonder if everything is okay...

It's coming up on the end of the month, and I have a lot to get finished... including tons of laundry. How does it always seem to multiply like dust? *smiles* I feel like the Australian wallaby in the Nickelodeon cartoon Rocko's Modern World.

"Laundry day is a very dangerous day."

(just imagine that in one of those thick Australian accents. It's so hot.)

It may not be dangerous, but I expect that doing my laundry might be more than the boring task it usually is...Oh mother, I have not kept my inner experiences secret because I was too eager to share. Some things should stay secret. They are not meant for everyone.

So, I'm hopping in the shower, and getting a headstart on next week. Tomorrow should be fun. So should tonight. Not telling. ;P

If mountain goats like living at high elevations, why do none live in high rise apartment buildings?

This post was edited by rosyxxx on May 29, 2005.