I would like to be magical. For real. As in Harry Potter magical. Because right now I would really like to use the Confundus charm on a few people.
CONFUNDO! ... No, I stopped working on that project. Don't you remember? We agreed it was a waste of effort and that my work time would be better spent sipping mojitos on a beach in Jamaica.
I would also like to have Stupefy! at my disposal. And it's been quite tempting to jump out from behind corners and point my finger at whoever happens to be nearby, while screaming EXPELLIARMUS (biotch)!*
Most of all, I would like to be able to send messages using my patronus. After careful consideration, I believe said patronus would probably take the form of some sort of bird. A cute bird--not like an albatross or eagle or--good heavens--a gull. More like a goldfinch.
EXPECTO PATRONUM! ...*tweet tweet* Jen! Pack quickly! They've renegotiated our contract and we've been indefinitely been reassigned to the French Riviera! *tweet tweet*
*This is, of course, the American version.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Alohomora!
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
I WANT IT
Happiness is a bridesmaid's dress worth dieting for:
Modern with vintage flair. The crisp silhouette. The delicately detailed neckline. The amazing color (thank you Photoshop!). The flounciness. And it comes from the "Belle" line...wedding in Savannah..."Southern Belle"...this is not an accident. This is an act of God.
Words alone cannot express how much I am lusting after this dress. And that *is* saying something.
Monday, January 7, 2008
Dear Jen (A)
I want to say THANK YOU! for asking me what was wrong last Friday, when you noticed that I was going berserk in my own head and I thought I would suffocate from the burden of my own impending insanity. It was as a pin prick relieves a blood blister: a bit painful, kind of icky, but DAMN if I didn't feel instantly better!
Gestures like this serve as a periodic smack in the face to bring me to my senses and force me to realize that whatever I know, or think, or think I know, or know I think, my workaholic imagination is no match for an act of friendship, however simple.
Love, Sarah
