Sunday, October 30, 2005


It's 7 Sunday and I'm baking chocolate chip cookies, topless, listening to Janis Joplin, and having such a good time here that I almost don't want to leave for this party. I need the cookies for the work pot-luck tomorrow and some for the party tonight. (like me! I bake! like me!) My cookies always come out 13 to a sheet. It's kind of weird, like I can't put an even dozen onto a cookie sheet or something.

Oh, because I don't have an apron and didn't want to get flour on my sweater. And because it's more fun this way.

Honey, I love to go to parties/ And I like to have a good time,
But if it gets too pale after a while/ Honey and I start looking to find
One good man./ Hmm, don’t you know I’ve been searching,
Oh yes I have!/ One good man,Oh ain’t much, honey ain’t much,
It’s only everything, whoa.

Wow, I amazingly sound nothing at like like Janis, more's the pity. But nobody's here but the dogs and they don't care. My dad's newest book just came out and he gave me a copy to have. I guess I'll read it but boy do I dislike Hemingway. This is it:
"Party" was totally lame. I should have trusted my intuition that I'd have more fun staying at home finishing the cookies instead of going to hang out with over-enthusiastic drunk people. You know how they are; they LOVE you, your the COOLEST chick ever, these cookies are the BEST. They were pretty boring. D has left his cell here at the apartment so I can't reach him. I guess I'll just finish up the cookies, take a hot bath and go to bed so that I can face the music tomorrow morning.

1 comment:

Benjamin said...

Actually, I think topless cooking would make a great TV show. Imagine the ratings!

And I don't like Hemmingway a whole lot either. Such a manly man. However, I look forward to seeing your dad's book. If Borders doesn't get any, I'll order one, so I can show it off to everybody and say "my favorite customer's dad wrote this!"