Hey dude

This morning I took an undies class. 10-4:30 or something. It was a long class, but now I kind of know how to make unders for m'self.

Unders. Udders. Yesterday I saw a product at Walgreens called Bag Balm, which is cream to put on cow's udders that they market to women as a moisturizer. I can't be the only person who thinks that's creepy.

There is a girl at class named Sarah and I think she wants to be my friend. I like her, but you know, it is also kind of weird, too. The situation. Because I am awkward and I guess I don't know if we'd be good together. But anyway, maybe it won't come to anything.

I am just thinking of the way I am crazy for the style of the late 70s. We have been watching TAXI and I love the style! The hair, the clothes, the makeup, everything. I want to be Elaine Nardo.

I am looking into this thing where I might learn grant-writing. I am going to meet with a man who is raising funds for a path in Alton Baker park which will be a tribute to American Nobel Peace Prize laureates. I think it's a good cause, but moreover, I want to learn grant writing, because I think it would look good on my resume.

I made soft tacos for dinner with fake beef, tapatio, mild cheddar and mild green fire roasted chilies. It was really tasty.

It is Lesley's birthday on Friday and that is exciting. I got her a bunch of different things, such as a gift card to Trader Joe's I also got her an adorable coffee mug:

http://store.heliotropehome.com/ecocupgred.html

The blue one with the stripes. mf'er is mine now. I slyly worked it into conversation to ask Lesley if she drinks hot bevs and these days the answer is no. so: hooray for me, I guess.

Noelle asked me to join a facebook group, which is for people who write to share their writing and to read other people's stuff.

I might send her a poem I wrote about Lesley which makes me cry.

Future writing topic:

Why I love old people/old ladies. That could get poetic.

Dat's all dude.

bye bye bye