sheverb is not
Tuesday, June 11, 2002
Tá mo bhríste trí thine
Did I remember everything?
I'm leaving for the Emerald Isle tomorrow morning and will be
spending the entire day en route. All you terrorists out there, beware. If you
so much as complain about your meal on my flight I'll kick you upside the
head so hard that you'll think Allah himself came down from heavens to
personally implant my foot in your temple.
Okay, be honest. I don't care how cosmopolitan you think you
are, the first time you saw money from outside the U.S. you thought the same
thing. Play money. The Euro is particularly delightful--it's so pretty! I don't
want to spend it, I want to organize it and touch it and look at it like I do my
lipsticks. Each denomination has it's own size and color and there are no
over-bloated political or religious figures on them. Nobody argues or bleeds.
It's just fun. A party is going on in my wallet RIGHT NOW!
Okay....I really do have a million things to do and not much
time to monkey around with an entry, I just wanted to let you know that I'll be
gone for a bit and will returning on the 22nd. If I find a cyber cafe along the
way, I'll be sure to copy in at least one entry--I'll be bringing the
spiral bound journal with me...
Ouija couldn't decide what was more interesting,
playing with Squeaky Monkey. . .
or helping me pack.