04.19.06

You say you want it now? And in purple? Yessirree, Bob. C'mon down to the The Purple Store and shop till you pop.

Oh my heavens.

Years ago I worked with a flamboyant guy who loved the colour purple. No, not loved (Gads, is there a superlative beyond love?), ultra-, hyper-, uber-loved purple. The Monday after he won enough at bingo to buy a purple settee I thought his head was going to explode. How he coveted my purple backpack. I swear he stalked it. But, being the ultra-cool dorkarina that I am, his obsession became a point of reference. I understand obsessions; though mine tend to be of shorter duration ooooo, look, shiny and more widely spread.

I do hope that he got his purple house. It would make him so happy.

Let's see. Pulled another double-shift today. Yep, 06:00 to 17:30. Took a lunch. It was for the good of humanity that I hid away and recharged my Betty Barista persona. Y'know, the one that does the ol' Step'n Fetchit for tips.

*grin*

The weather was gorgeous today. Sunny, blue skies, warm. An hors d'oeuvre for Stumptown's glorious summers. Tends to drive the locals mad. I saw more guys in zories, jeans/shorts and t-shirts than you can shake a stick at.

I'm pooped. Was going to tango tonight, but my feet hurt. Hurting tootsies do not make for a happy tango experience.

Be fabulous.

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