Oh. I’m tired.
It’s a good tired. Hard day’s work kind of tired. Don’t be fooled, I wasn’t out in a field and my job does not typically require that I sweat. Instead, I was inside juggling about two dozen things including clients, proposals, coffee breaks, contracts and insertion orders. It was three o’clock before I would have guessed it was noon. And come 7pm I was a little cranky, a little hungry and a little accidentally calling one of my clients Karen when her name is Kristen. When you become a liability, it’s time to go home.
Isn’t it weird that I have a real job? I read some of the stuff I write and think, DANG, amazing that I’m employed in, like, a professional position and, like, I make good money and stuff. Because I write about boys and stitch fake teeth. And want a yurt.
I more than want a yurt, actually. I am OBSESSED with yurts. I’ve been rallying the troops, i.e. my coworkers and friends, to start a yurt colony with me. We’d each live peacefully in our own separate yurts and all pitch in and buy a Command Yurt or Yurt HQ where we can gather to watch movies and bake cupcakes. I have the yurt brochure on my desk and make yurt jokes at every opportunity. Chris accuses me of being a yurt instigator. I’m not sure what that all means, but if it has the word yurt in it, I consider it a compliment. Abby found a yurt tree house today so now the colony is looking for woodland property instead of grassy fields near babbling brooks. This whole idea kinda makes me want to start a cult.
Other obsessions: large scale graffiti style knitting, hamsters, scoop neck t-shirts from Old Navy and if soy milk is giving me stomach aches.
I was asked to write two, count ‘em, two stories for the next issue of Gender F. Gender Fuck You. Gender Flunked. Gender Fabulous. Gender Fun! I said yes so eagerly that you’d think they’d negotiate on rate. “Yeah, um, we’re not gonna pay you this time...” I have yet to get the full details on the assignments but I know this much: one of the stories will be on how hipster girls are getting together and getting their craft on. That’s almost as good as it being on yurts. Because if there is one thing I know, it’s ah, being crafty.
What else. What else. I got my hair cut. Used Rock, Paper, Scissors to efficiently settle a dispute. (I lost.) Saw As You Like It in Volunteer Park. Had a sno-cone. Pet a really cute dog. Oh! Chris threw his gum out the car window and it somehow landed on the hood. I got a picture! I made a t-shirt. Finished an iBook cozy and checked on airfare to Europe. Oo la la. Tres jujujuju oui oui oui le croissant, non?
8 comments:
i yurt sounds really good right about now. a yurt community - yeah. if you build it - they will come ;-)
So if you and your follwers can't go all crazy yet buying and building your yurt cult (what is that a yult or a curt?) why don't you and your yurtis go stay in one...
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Dow Bay on Orcas has yurts on the beach, doesn't that sound nice? Maybe you can have a pre-cult session where you can make a chart wheel and knit neckties for doorknobs. Though I guess yurts don't actaully have doorknobs, hmmmm....
I knew that I loved you! I have commented a few times, all anonymous-like yakking about how much I appreciate your art and blog. I am an unabashed fan, admitting a crush-like abandon towards haiku girl.
well, get this, I LIVE IN A YURT. I have lived in it for about a year. In love with nature, eating granola, ya know, yurting out all over the damn place and now, because I am all growed up and just learned how to buy a house, I AM BUYING A HOUSE. Not because I don't love my yurt, I do, I do, I really really do, BUT the land that we live on is being clear cut up, developed for mcmansions on the water so, are you ready for this? I AM SELLING MY YURT. Rent to own even. whaddya think?
I have a little live journal blog thing. Check it out if you want to at live journal, flux_flux It's written by me and a best girl and when I told her I wanted to pass on the info. to you, my bloggedly crush excellent, she said we weren't worthy.
Ha!
Then you said, yurt and I knew it was meant to be.
peace and yurt love all the way from Oly to Sea town.
Total p.s. I said Chart wheel, what the hell is that?! I meant chore wheel. It is a must have for any cult or commune.
Michelle: I'm glad that you're planning a trip to your favorite place on your birthday. I've never met a girl with such an appreciation for London as you. I'll check their website to get the fare info - cheap fares are my favorite kind of fares. Do you still have a blog because I'd like to link to it!
NYA: But will YOU come?
Naughty Naughty Salt: I want to go there. I want a yurt on a beach. I also love the idea of a chart wheel. And when I read it I thought you had meant to type cart wheels - we could do cart wheels because we are so happy to live in a yurt community - that's how I read it. You made a very interesting typo. So many interpretations.
Fluxflux: YOU LIVE IN A YURT?!?! Oh my god, that is the best thing ever!! EVAR!! And you always say really nice things. I will spend some time with your blog this weekend and can I link to you? I would be honored.
Gender Ferocious.
Are there home entertainment yurts, with satellite TV and football every Sunday? If so, sign me up. For the yurt experience.
oooh! Guerilla knitters! Knitta Please. I saw a lamppost cozy knitted by Knotorious N.I.T. in Belltown the other day and promptly wrote a post.
Go to Europe. I hear they have yurts.
Also, have you checked out eyurt.com?
Being tired seemst to be the theme these days, and then I posted something about leaf, when I am so tired...and I saw your painting here...nice
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