I went out today wearing my new coat. I'd forgotten just how far down to my ankles it falls. I'm stopping traffic, cinemagraphic, with my long black coat hanging down in the dirt, and my hair clinging to my face in the rain, like a goddess from the cult of beautiful pain, I don't wanna be another mystery. I also felt kinda like I was wearing a leather trench coat, only without the ickiness of actually wearing leather.
Speaking of: Nathan Fillion. in a leather
And speaking of Firefly pretty: banners for each crew member
It makes me sad that there's no way to find out the identity of people who sign a Graffiti Wall -- though certainly it's interesting guessing based on content etc.
My brother's looking to live off-campus next year, so he was craigslisting on my computer ('cause it's faster than the family computer). So of course I had to pull up Boston for myself, even though I really shouldn't seriously think about this until I have actual signed paperwork from HBS.
* $1050 studio incl. heat & hot water @ Beacon Hill
* $690 + utilities for 1 (of 3) bedrooms in a Davis Square apt. (w/ washer/dryer in apt.)
dorrie6 has started forksuit, for discussion of religion as myth etc. It doesn't quite feel like something I wanna be a part of, but I thought it might be of interest to some of you folk. And I'll probably be checking in on it from time to time.
Okay, CSI: Miami and then bed. (I actually have to go back to work tomorrow. What's up with that?)