wife worship

happy sunday!!
you know what that means, no underwear! woot! (i'm actually wearing nothing as i write this. exciting, huh? i just got the urge to write while in the shower and with my geriatric memory you gotta get it down ASAP.)

john gorka makes some of the best sunday-morning music evah. jessica, are you sure you didn't record with john gorka? old future's gone, track 3? em, listen to it, doesn't she sound vaguely like jessica when jess is singing? jess, IM me and i'll send you the file - do you use itunes? hope the time in santa went well babe, including the laid-getting!

i will not make this a pity-me post. but if you've ever fallen in love with me or had a crush on me, raise your hand RIGHT NOW.

didn't think so.

signs you've been at sarah lawrence too long:
- you examine the length of hair on your body in places you'd normally shave and say, out loud, "wow!"
- you see an-ambulance type van that says "transcare" on the side and your first thought is, the trannies get their own van?! and then you feel bad because your second thought is, oh, it's probably due to all the gender-related violence! and then your third thought is, DUMBASS! that van has nothing to DO with trannies!

i (still) miss sarah and mana, especially since there was a chance manita would visit this weekend and she can't. but i understand.

in fact, manita babe, i'm thinking they must've passed your resume around before you got there and said whoa. or you've really impressed them with your amazing skills in the past month and a half (which i don't doubt). or maggie chatted you up LOTS. or some combination (most likely) of all three. in any event, yall, i sincerely think mana is wonderful. and she is getting theater assignments juniors and seniors normally get. i am muy impressed. so proud of my wife! maybe we should just get married and move to the mountains.

seriously, that woman can do things with a hammer i couldn't do with a carpenter. that came out wrong. put simply: mana has a comprehension of technical theater i can only pray to reach in my chosen field when i find it. i am so impressed she found something she loves and has been so dedicated to it since i've known her. if you don't believe me, ask her anything about what she did in theater last. and take notes, because afterwards you'll have to look up words like "frenel", which i think i misspelled or made up. i love listening to her inner lighting and sound specialist, ranting at stupid choices her directors make about lighting ("it'll wash them out! you can't see the dancers! you're trying to be symbolic and dark but it doesn't matter if you can't see the fucking drama! that's what actors are for! the lighting can't do the work for you!").

what is it about me and techies? (TWIL is a sound tech. and documentary film enthusiast. no, you couldn't have created someone more perfect for me. and she wants to know if mana and i were ever dating or when we will be. she thinks we'll get together. funny the ideas people have about the word wife, eh?)

if you are reading this and are too stupid to love mana, i don't have anything more to say to you.