Musings

[Locked to H Savoie]
Comment ça va? Are you going to the masquerade, Hal?

If this yogurt shop were owned by me, I would say that we'd be closed on every Sunday. So I wouldn't have to keep going after my morning work out and I could just go right back to bed.

But I don't own this yogurt shop and therefore, my complaints are moot. You'd think I would learn to suck it up by now, but when I'm standing here and the counters are all clean, the floors are swept, the machines are running smoothly, I can't help but think about the other things I could be doing.

Like sleeping, on this fine Sunday morning.

[Left outside Hamartia 605, with a note.]

( T Sable )

( The Seattle Times: SEPHORA EXECUTIVE FOUND DEAD )

God I can't believe she is fucking making me do this. . .

So my sister has been bugging me about introducing myself on this stupid thing. I don't get what the fucking point is, but let's get this over with.

I'm Meredith Barnes.

[. . . ]

If you say one word about my name I will bash your head in.

There, I introduced myself, happy Hazel?

Can I ask you a question without you asking me why I'm asking it? It's important.

Okay, shit, I hope this works. I've never actually posted anything on this. Just comments. If I get a ton of people laughing at me, I'll know I did it wrong.

Anyway. Did you stop by here earlier?