--- of the Day

Adjectives:
Joycean.
Sybaritic.

News:
Trying to decide if I should or shouldn't tell my friend something I know that is very terrible and that I wish I did not know.

Quote:
"I would say the world's in terrible shape, but I'm afraid the world would say, 'Look who's talking!' " -Mama Cass

Mood:
Fragile with a chance of tearstorms.

Flavor:
Dentyne Fire cinnamon gum, which is not nearly as good as Orbit cinnamon gum (which they are apparently no longer making, damn them)

Song:
"Close Edge," Mos Def ("... Don't push me
'Cuz I'm close - to the streets,
to the beats, the bitches, the niggaz,
the women, the children, the workers,
the killers, the addicts, the dealers
the quiet, the livest, the realest
- And that's close" )

Comments

[Mimi]

Hugs.

[Jennifer Lynn]

Ugh... sorry to hear that things are bleh. On the friend front, I would struggle with how she has received bad news in the past - is she the type to shoot the messenger or will she retreat into herself to absorb it all? Either way, it sucks to be the bearer of that.

I hope I see you in Chicago... we'll be out about the floor this time walking the show.

[Molly]

"fragile with a chance of tear storms" descibes it perfectly. Let us wring our hankies and dot our eyes together. Blessings.