stuff about stuff
Written on 25 February 2004 at 11:40 p.m.

The last two Ash Wednesdays they have just said um..... "Remember that Jesus loves you" or something like that when they put the ashes on. Which is great, but I want them to say that dust I am and to dust I will return. I don't. Like. Things. Changing. Oh well.

Jason had never had ashes but now he has.

We decided what to give up... going to the movies and eating in restaurants. Which does not count fast food because if it did, we might not eat some of the time because things get busy. Anyway. Noplace with a waiter, is what we decided. And we'll take the money we would have spent and give it to some charity I need to think of.

They said on that learning channel fashion show thing tonight that once you're over 25 you have to be more conservative with how long your skirts are or something. So I guess I have... 14 days to wear short skirts. Wait is it a leap year? 15 days maybe.

Remind me to talk about how my subconscious thinks that I'm going to be seventeen again one day.

I'm going to read some Oliver Sacks I think.

xoxoxo