Superinky Fixations

  Our House, as seen from space 
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I’m growing attached to having a very well lit porch

This is weird cuz like on my myspace my name is Anna Duchess of Chihuaford. And I named myself that ages ago after I learned Anna Duchess of Bedford was responsible for instituting afternoon tea into English culture. This shit is getting intense. It’s like cosmic or something.

I almost forgot to mention that yesterday my friend texted me this bizarrely risque message, something to the effect of ‘i’m just washing dishes and daydreaming of you’ and so i texted her back that i was surprised she wasn’t drunk what with all the alcohol she made each of her guests bring to her cocktail party last weekend. Then she texted me back that she thought she was texting her boyfriend. I found this immensely funny.

My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is: Grand Duchess Anna the Implacable of Much Leering Get your Peculiar Aristocratic Title

  dancing princess 
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Oh dear do I love sleeping in.  And I adore the free and easy lifestyle that is best summarized by the phrase "no agenda". Ahhhhh.  And tea.  And ‘Jeremiah’ season I. And I’d love ‘Jeremiah’ season II but it’s not available on dvd, plus the last 1/2 of the season was never aired on Showtime and I feel I’ve been cheated. Because it’s that good and deep down inside you, you know it’s good, too. And grappa, especially Slivowetz because it stings just right. I liken it experientially to the sensation of masking; invigoration. The days before the onset of my new lifestyle are dwindling. I am excited for my New Life. Yet I find myself relishing these last few days of complete rest and rejuvenation. I’m yearning to detox my body.

I’m a big winner
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I had another one of those school-related dreams last night. Some imaginary high school/junior college full of mostly young, earthy women rushing around between classes. I catch a glimpse of one of the text books a heavy-set girl with unkempt brown hair is schlepping and it says "Primary Algebra". I wonder to myself in my dream if we are on our way to the same class. Oh, and everyone’s books are old and tattered. I feel like most of the students must think I’m a teacher, even though I feel young and earthy on the inside.

Is it gray and rainy enough out there for you? My desire to nest is intense. How I’d dearly love to have a day in which to housekeep and freshen up my poor old house. God knows I’m not doing any sort of housekeeping on one of my days off. GOD NO. My days off these last few weekends have primarily centered around recovering from all the good cheer of the previous day.

For the most part, though, I’m loving the holiday season. I love that bretty is so excited about his family traditions. It makes me laugh how enthusiastic he gets about putting up x-mas lights. I’m quite sure one can see our house from space. My obsession with x-mas ornaments is so profound that there is not a spare branch on my fake tree available for another ornament. I have this notion that one year I’ll do a theme tree. But it always seems to turn out that I just keep piling the ornaments on. Which, I suppose, one could argue is a theme in and of itself.

We went to Acadia the other night for dinner. Wow, it was pretty spectacular when it was all said & done. Of course, it helped that we had great company and super wine which always makes a meal go down well. I recommend the prix fixe: for $25 you get a your of one of many entrees on the menu, a salad (cesar or house) and a delcious dessert (I can feel my arteries hardening at the thought of that bread pudding). I think it’s b & i’s favorite restaurant for a while.

Sausage making
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So it’s like this: I’m so excited I can’t sleep. And this is a very rare event indeed - so much so that I felt the need to write it down. Among the many nightmares of last night (the most memorable of which was me in a big new house that had a huge glass entrance, trying to lock the doors from a man that kept breaking in and laughing at my attempts), I had this elaborate dream of being in an algebra class. The instructor was lecturing and I was taking copious notes. I’d written down a problem and she was walking us through the steps. Under step #1 she’d said (and I’d written) “Give Up”. It was apparently her lame attempt at humor she explained. The instructor was my old doctor from Every Woman’s Health, Susan Johnson. Dr. Johnson was, by the way, my favorite doctor ever and I was so sad to leave her when my insurance changed years ago that I wrote her a long letter thanking her for the years of service and attention and I remember Dr. Johnson called me after she received the letter and thanked me! Anyway, when I finally woke up I had this strange desire to crack open my algebra books. We’ll try to curb that until January. There will be plenty of months of algebra ahead of me.

My friend’s wedding is growing closer by the day. Now all us bridesmaid have to decide upon our dresses. She wants us all in black formal wear, similar, but different from each other. Black lace on black… sounds fancy, eh? And it’s a 20’s sort of theme I guess, as it’s at this place called the Deer Path Inn near Chicago & it was built in the early 20’s or something. I’m game for the whole thing. I just hope I can find a dress that will allow me to look pretty and not squish my boobs in some odd configuration. Like most things right now, I’m hopeful.

We put up our fake tree yesterday cuz that’s how we roll around here. It actually looks quite real, and when one burns the all-soy juniper berry candle in the living room, well, it completes the Holiday Experience. Still, our house is covered with remnants of tissue paper and chipped ornaments because I was just too tired to put it all away last night. Holiday decorating is exhausting. I’m pushing for a Big Lots trip today in my never-ending quest for seasonal decorations. I’ll keep you posted.