i'm catching a bit of, 'phone call from a stranger.'
and i think life is better with shirtless men in black and white, doctors who smoke, iron lungs and epic film scores.
love isn't a frail little fancy, my friends.
i was a seamstress for a spell last night, hemming and sewing things for formal. oh yes, i meant to say that i won't be attending the boston zine fair after all this year, as i didn't have enough time to copy and bind (hand-sew rather!) my 2nd zinelet, 'hot date.' but i'll make some next week for snail mail trades and also be mailing/distributing a few of last year's 'niblet' out to folks who never got one...
have i mentioned i have 2 fabulous sirs to escort me to formal? i believe the universe knew it owed me for the 3 proms i attended with groups of (mostly) female friends. h'anyway. off to the admissions center to chat up prospies.