25 June
I did something yesterday that I have rarely if not never done in my life before.
I got some colour.
No, really! I sat in the sun for a couple of hours, reading, until the shadows moved across my yard, which was just the perfect length of time, it seems, as my arms are really brownish red, not lobster red, (the top-side of my arms, that is, the other side is still paper white) and my face has enough colour on it that I actually had to put makeup on it last night so that I wouldn't look like a farm girl.
I'm so thrilled!
In fact, I think that I'm going back out in the yard, before the sun leaves. I'll continue this later.
And now it's later! It was just so beautiful out there, I couldn't resist.
Anyway, after the sun left yesterday, I went back in and immediately I did that, Fran and the kids came out, so I went back out again, and it was all feet in the pool, sunglasses and pop, distract the kids from whining, Saturday afternoon.
At one point, we were comparing scars--he showed me how the burn on his hand was going, and the scar on his elbow and his other arm, and I showed off the quite spectacular scar that lives under the curve of my lower lip (you can see the stitches and everything), and I pointed out the scar that I still have from when the cat jumped on my face.
He leaned forward and squinted at it, then grinned and said "That's just so cool. I wish I had that."
And he's right, it is. I love my scar. It's so perfect, and I can cover it with makeup if need be, and I hope that it never fades.
I spent most of yesterday, the bit that I spent inside, flipping between the Disney Channel and IFC.
I watched half of The Parent Trap twice, and various shows on Kurasawa and John Sayles on IFC. O, and do you think John Pierson can stop sucking Kevin Smith's dick for ten seconds? I mean, I've never seen a Kevin Smith film, though I kinda wanted to see Dogma, I never got around to it, and he seem like a nice guy and all, but I really don't think that he's the Saviour of Film.
And if Pierson's going to make random people famous, why isn't he knocking at my door? I'm random!
O, and the show.
The show was the show. Except that David kept cutting off my stutters, which I do three of every time and suddenly he's cutting me off at two and I'm still saying three and he's talking over my third until I about killed him.
After it was over I asked him nicely-nicely to knock it the fuck off. He explained that the director had told him to do it, but she hadn't told me that he was going to, so we quietly decided that he would not be doing it tonight!
What's your best scar? How'd you get it?
And we're still talking about how we've changed since high school, pettiness, Dave wants to know about the vans (I still haven't answered, I will tomorrow!), not caring, moviestar crushes, and diets.
Today's horoscope:
Appropriate tools make playing more fun. Get the best mitt, golf club, pencil, racquet, goggles, etc. for maximum enjoyment.
One year ago today:
What the fuck are Board Shorts?
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