Hey! Guess who joined the 21st century and has an ibook at her house?

Killer.

Although she still doesn't have a television or any of those nice things that come with it like dvd or vcr or tivo, etc-- the fact that she actually has a computer at home is most astounding. I've been enjoying myself quite a bit here this morning-- Tara got up before six and we had some coffee together before she headed off to work and I crawled back into the coziness of her unbelievably cozy bed.

There are two things I came in here to tell you all.

One, I think I'm going to have to become a heroin addict.

Two, some links that don't look that great but you have to TRUST me.

RE: my first point, our conversation last night went a bit like this:

Ta: So how's the bliss train?

Me: I know, I know. I'm not going to have any friends, am I?

Ta: I don't know, Pollyanna had friends, didn't she? Not sure, never read it.

Me: Oh god I'm fucked.

Ta: It's not that bad.

Me: You don't understand. It's gone way past the point of no return. I want to worry. I do. It's just that I've rewired my brain and I can't seem to stop seeing the beauty and finding the pleasure and--

Ta: oh god shut up.

Me: I'm sorry-- I should've warned you--- I understand if this means, you and me-- you know-- that you have to find someone else who loves smelly cheese, olives and red wine as much as I do.

Ta: Couldn't you just be more of the bitch you were when I met you? Is that so much to ask? You were so racked with insecurity and caustic sarcasm and those wild manic-depressive rages--- god, I just---

Me: I know, I know--

Ta: You were so much fucking fun. And now--

Me: I really didn't mean to get so happy-- I swear. I was shooting for contentment-- that's all. I never meant to hit bliss.

Ta: Well, there's no going back-- it's done.

Me: God-- I feel awful.

Ta: You do? Really? Well, that's a start . .

And for links-- I am wearing the most fabulous long-sleeved black t-shirt ever made. The quality is so soft and sexy (I tell you this because the website does not convey the feel of the shirt at all.) Tara gave it to me last night for Christmas and I don't ever want to take it off.

On the front in siver letters it says "grace" on the back are small silver wings over each shoulder blade-- you have to see it to know how fab it is--- here is the source.

Also-- some fun pieces here (my fave in the matted prints is the one called "faith is believing")

Anyway-- just in case you were still looking for some gifts--- now I'm off to scrounge under park benches for some used hypodermic needles.

P.S.-- I am not so enamored of the Safari browser-- but I'll give it a bit more time before I render my final verdict.

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