that dog just got punched in the nose by a lesbian

got nothing done today. finally started the list at 6. i can't seem to sew these days. totally sucks. anyway, one of my list items is "blog- see pocket" so the piece of paper in the back of yesterdays jeans contains the subject line. it's from market days, waiting for brazillian girls to start playing there was a pack of tatooed pierced babydykes dancing close and kissing and giggling in front of us. reminded me of how everyone i know is in michigan. made me sad and lonely. one of them had a tiny dog in a a handbag, like paris hilton or something. ch was so offended- "what is that poor thing doing here! she needs to take him home! did you see! that dog just got punched in the nose by a lesbian!"

while i've been sewing i've also been loading the stack of cds mom lent me onto the computer. all this folk music from the 90's that i've been missing. it's great. she lent me a cd from falcon ridge festival's main stage. it made me SOOO nostalgic. i wanna be at a music festival!!! why am i in the city all summer? why didn't i go to lolapollooza this weekend? why didn't i ever go to falcon ridge? why not old songs or philly folk fest this year? most importantly, why am i not in michigan? the music is good, the feelings are sad.

talking about sad feelings, i feel like my connections to germany are slipping farther and farther out of my grasp. i wore the rabbit = tai4e that ruth gave to me (that katja gave her...) to work on friday, and ch asked me what it meant. and i started to explain, and i realized i had absolutely no idea. all i could say was, "it's a bulgarian pun."

i'm so behind not just on sewing but on life. i spent 15 minutes listening to all my voicemails, calling back the friends who i've been putting off all week. as far as emails, well, don't even ask. my rear window employer actually called me because i haven't gotten back to him. any idea what an awful employee that makes me feel like? i want to to milwalkee so badly this weekend to see the american comics gallery at the museum there, but i think i'm going to miss it.

and one more story, that will totally clear me out of little papers: some guy being bitchy to ch in the elevator, kept going, are those balloons for me? i'll take those? and just not leaving it alone- there was another woman with ch who was getting more and more uncomfortable. and so ch decides to face him head on, and entertain her, and says to him, "why don't you find a kitten to drown?" the woman titters. guy keeps giving ch a hard time, and as ch leaves the elevator he turns and says to the guy, "i could tell you good morning- but i wouldn't mean it." don't know why i wasn't able to work that into the blog at the time....

the only other slip i have was supposed to be a title at one point. it's a james blunt lyric, "i won't be your concubine, i'm a puppet not a whore." but i might as well type it in now, and throw the paper away, cause i'm never going to use it. i can't imagine it ever making sense. while a puppet, i would love the opertunity to be something closer to whore- i'd be just about anyone's concubine.

but right now i'm going to see how many jacket linings i can sew up. don't hold your breath.