Shorty, say what's your price?
Feb. 11th, 2003 10:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
raybearI like to welcome buddha back to the show today. I leant him out to a co-worker who needed some calming like nobody's business. She returned him to my monitor this morning.
Last night I spent almost the entire time at my workstation. I finished up editing and compiling the sound for Poet Friend and then started dubbing all sorts of mad shit, like her two-disc Steely Dan set as well as copies of mixtapes for some various folks. Speaking of, my poll yesterday? Damn, folks. I had no idea it would be so successful. There were livejournal people I'd never seen before wanting me to send them a mix, so big props to new friends and music swaps. I'll probably start e-mailing folks next week with confirmations and my address and all that fun stuff.
Sophie wasn't happy with my preoccupations yesterday evening. She knocked the playstation 2 off the shelf, she spilled and broke my glass of milk, and she chewed up the tub stopper. The tub stopper. The dog went into the bathroom, climbed into the tub, and found the stopper. She must have a rubber addiction which supercedes her fear of baths and the tub. She even hopped in while we were brushing our teeth last night, as if to show off how clever she is. Oh, and she clawed my face last night while trying to get my attention. She's like a toddler who tugs on your sleeve until you turn to listen, except with her lack of opposable thumbs, she unintentionally mauls instead of pulls.
This morning she clawed at me again, though not as hard. She was really excited about my singing "My Cherie Amour" to her. I guess she's a big Stevie Wonder fan, which doesn't surprise me. She has good taste.
Today's mission, should I choose to accept it: finding a pair of black pants.
Last night I spent almost the entire time at my workstation. I finished up editing and compiling the sound for Poet Friend and then started dubbing all sorts of mad shit, like her two-disc Steely Dan set as well as copies of mixtapes for some various folks. Speaking of, my poll yesterday? Damn, folks. I had no idea it would be so successful. There were livejournal people I'd never seen before wanting me to send them a mix, so big props to new friends and music swaps. I'll probably start e-mailing folks next week with confirmations and my address and all that fun stuff.
Sophie wasn't happy with my preoccupations yesterday evening. She knocked the playstation 2 off the shelf, she spilled and broke my glass of milk, and she chewed up the tub stopper. The tub stopper. The dog went into the bathroom, climbed into the tub, and found the stopper. She must have a rubber addiction which supercedes her fear of baths and the tub. She even hopped in while we were brushing our teeth last night, as if to show off how clever she is. Oh, and she clawed my face last night while trying to get my attention. She's like a toddler who tugs on your sleeve until you turn to listen, except with her lack of opposable thumbs, she unintentionally mauls instead of pulls.
This morning she clawed at me again, though not as hard. She was really excited about my singing "My Cherie Amour" to her. I guess she's a big Stevie Wonder fan, which doesn't surprise me. She has good taste.
Today's mission, should I choose to accept it: finding a pair of black pants.
get shorty
Date: 2003-02-11 09:29 am (UTC)and my dog growing up loved when i'd sing "very superstitious writings on the wall..."
dogs must just love stevie. and who could blame them really.
Re: get shorty
Date: 2003-02-11 10:03 am (UTC)