Sunday, November 16
I think I need to re-instate my coffee shop time. It's just so much more productive for me to get things done and I feel so cozy-book-worm/ scrabbled/ writer-fed afterward. (Remember, Megan, how even our bras smelled like coffee grounds after spending 6+ hours studying there. Eww... I hated coffee shop bra. Doesn't translate like you would think.)So if anyone wants to Bourgeois Pig or even Caribou, I am your girl. My goal is still to send Brady some good readings by the end of the month. (It's coming, Brady! I wont let you down!)1 comments
"Jenny's house was a classic haunted house: a lavender painted Victorian home with a wraparound front porch bordered by blooming hydrangeas. There was even a bell tower window that, on some nights, rumor had it a pale woman's face from the eighteen hundreds could be seen looking out onto the street. It made sense. I mean, whoever heard about a haunted art deco or Frank Lloyd Wright house?"
Is it totally vain that I have a (very small character) named after myself? Okay, she isn't even named after myself but another 1980s Jenny.
posted by Jenny Sunday, November 16, 2008
