n. infantile pattern of suckle-swallow movement in which the tongue is placed between incisor teeth or between alveolar ridges during initial stage of swallowing (if persistent can lead to various dental abnormalities) v. [content removed due to Bush campaign to clean up the internet] n. act of nyah-nyah v. pursuing with relentless abandon the need to masticate and thrust the world into every bodily incarnation in order to transform it, via the act of salivation, into nutritive agency

Friday, October 08, 2010

local conference and buddy meet up

Wow... that was the most amount of people I recognize from the Western program since I graduated. And... it was okay. Tonight I've got two of 'em crashing at my place, where fortunately there are two extra beds open (and made!). Tonight, the hot tub. Tomorrow, boring sessions. Then dancing with S. Then hopefully some work.

I'm behind on the WriteAThon but I went to a writing session today and got in a few pages, so I just need to type them up. But I'll probably pull another cheat and pretend I didn't miss any days soon.

JS, we've got some good mythologizing revving up here.

And I think I may very well adore my new college friend, MH. She's my newest addition to the initials. Her dog and Herald get along like strawberries and chocolate. I like that she laughs at things I say, and I like how subtle she is. Whala!

I realized today also that I need a writing group. An actual twice a month, dedicated writing group.

And I feel sheepish about sending an email to the old frienemy, but I wanted to know what her side of things was after having talked with her again regarding N. She was not very subtle in brushing me off, but she was timely and polite about it, and I think telling the truth in the three lines she sent back. Though I also tend to think that just because she doesn't recall acting in the way I heard she did from N, doesn't mean it didn't happen. But I'm ready to put it away. Fo' shizzle.

Poor Herald, I can't take him on a walk until Sunday. Okay... I'm off. Where are my friends? Still drinking at the open bar probably - I had to come home early to feed the man-imals. But dammit if I'm not going to go make myself a drink as I wait...
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I cannot wait! Sending you huge hugs and gin & tonics shared on front porches in my mind (from Wales).
 
Mmmmmm, those hugs sure feel good. Damp though... does it rain in Wales, or something? xoxo
 
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