every time i walk along the beach i harbour a strange half-hope half-fear that i will discover a body part of some kind, gnawed by crabs but still recognizably human. this time i talked myself into this so completely that at one point in my walk i found myself getting impatient and thinking, come ON already! where's the goddamn finger? i haven't got all day!
i dare you to come up with a definition of "tendency" off the top of your head that does not have the word "tend" in it. it's not easy, is it? huh? or is this just the hangover talking? probably the latter. never mind, carry on.
ah yes, the hangover. last night we had a double date with a couple we had met at a slow food event several weeks ago. they love food. they love wine. they love to talk. let's just say we clicked. last night's dinner reaffirmed the clickage and we ate, laughed, talked and drank our way through a delicious greek feast. good times. let's just say i woke up this morning feeling less than stellar. when will i learn?**
so what's with the silent treatment? haven't i been good to you? haven't i given you free dermatological advice obtained at great personal pain and suffering? haven't i tried to entertain you? haven't i bared my soul? come on, you bastards***, talk to me!!!
* i blame the drink, what else?
** judging by the above-mentioned galloping stupidity, probably never.
***and i mean that quite fondly, i hope you know that.