Tuesday, November 23, 2004

Ah, the week is over and school is out and bring on the turkey. No, bring on the dressing/stuffing. That's my favorite part of the Thanksgiving spread. The rest is fine, but I wouldn't miss it. And I don't eat any more on Thanksgiving than I normally do, so that's not an issue, really. Still, looking forward to it all.

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A lawyer friend spoke to one of my classes today. A bit more intense than usual (job stress), he dropped the word 'shit' a handful of times in an otherwise great talk. I think one girl was a touch offended, but most everyone just snickered. Gah.

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Where has my secret admirer fled? Back into secrecy, it would seem.

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I'm having company over tonight. Amazing. Dinner. My walls are so bare. All these years of living like a pauper, in holes, leaves me with a lot of books, even more movies, but nothing to hang on a wall. I need a decoration budget. And a decorator.

I'm thinking I want to have a few prints of the original Universal monster movies: Frankenstein, the Mummy, Dracula. Since grad school, I've kept some kind of beast on the wall, starting with Godzilla. They've been excellent muses. I think I'll continue.

7 comments:

Tony said...

What's wrong with saying "shit?"

Paul said...

Nothing, really. But in his amped-up mood it came across a bit too too...

It didn't bother me but you never know how others take it.

aimee said...

Where indeed? For awhile I felt like I was intruding on you and your secret admirer! Sounds like it is Valentine's Day around here, not Thanksgiving...;)

btw. happy T-day.xo

Paul said...

I'm wondering if I know this person, if they're just having fun. Hmm.

Anonymous said...

You have a secret admirer?! Why didn't I think of that?

Instead, I had to admire out-loud. Doh.

Anonymous said...

Fled? Me? No. Look down yonder, crush. A poem for a boy who dreamed of flight.

Now, be a dear and cut me a slice of pecan pie.

Paul said...

You are a terrible tease. And I have the pecan pie ready.