baby jesus + boxed wine + fedora

= shit I bought at Target one day. I bet the guy wondered what kind of drunken vigil I was having when I got home. I just couldn't pass up the Baby Jesus candle, and the box of wine is self-explanatory. Okay, I'm much less lushy than I'd like you to believe; but, I do have a goal of having a glass of red a day, and it seems to happen more often when it comes with a convenient-pour spout, straight from the top of my fridge.

Went to an improv show today. It was so dang hilarious that I'm thinking about taking one of their classes. Seems like I'm coming alive from eternal illness and actually being social again, you say? Why yes! It's true! I've set intentions to get to know more people in my community, people who are full of light, and heck if it's not just happening all over the place.

Of course, who can go wrong in Oak Cliff. I love it here. I love the trees and taco stands, creepily fabulous elotes, how everyone has weird glasses (speaking of: WHEN is the Lisa Loeb line coming out?! The website says spring...) and appreciates things like bicycle lanes, small business, diversity.

I'm getting closer every day on my tattoo...I'm thinking something about namaste, infinity, unity, a blackbird(s). Not sure. Margaret says that she is a good person to get my first tattoo with, that I should get it with her this summer. :)

I've gone on a penis moratorium, by the way. If you have a penis and are not a family member or eunich, check back with me in a couple of weeks.

Today, may I live the questions...