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March 23, 2009
Steampunk
I would write more but am mentally muted by the fact there's a design style I completely admire and associate with and was going to build a store around that is so widely known it has a NY Times article and A TRADE MAGAZINE, yet today is the first I've heard of it.
I have shed my coolness like a skin, and now will naively and nerdily shudder in the lonely knowledge that I am nothing; I have nothing.
In other news, Rick's in town. Which means I'm going to have to spend Tuesday night drinking scotch and talking seriously about the wheres and whofors of me getting an MBA. Which means I'm going to have to drink so much scotch he stops grilling me and instead just accepts that I make all decisions based on nothing except the need to bring the decision-making process to an end. He'll also need to accept that scotch makes me puke. And that he needs to move back to Denver because I can't face learning how to mow my own lawn. This is the Tuesday night plan. Acceptance.
Posted by Bree at March 23, 2009 01:24 PM