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Good Friday to you.

I’m not great with the Christian holidays, and apparently today is one of them. I was all ready to congratulate myself over finally having some positive influence on my coworkers, because half of them ordered vegetarian today. Sorry, Jesus. It’s all you.

So, I don’t know. I don’t have much to say that’s not scattered in nonsensical half-phrases in my head. Maybe I’ll make a list, and you can just make up the details. Who knows, I might even like your version better.

• saved by the pirate
• the boy who sleeps standing up and moves to breathe
• the toothbrush incident
• the inherent challenge in a 144-pack of condoms
• operation: joshlove
• jesus is my personal trainer
• mock poi
• the tarpaulin on my bed
• barefoot and screaming in the garage
• my arbor: intact
• those perfect moments again
• the blowjob pinch-hitter
• bonnaroo!!

Lately I find myself resenting sleep and trying to figure out ways to communicate more effectively. When you start calculating the efficiency ratio of phone to email, you might have a problem. Or try to come up with a means to abbreviate text, while still retaining most of the original meaning. Drop the articles! The adverbs! The helping verbs! And the end result is the abstract-expressionist means of communication: stand back a ways and squint, and maybe you can make something of it.

Come to think of it, I think that’s already been invented. It’s called SMS. Anyway. I have also realized that in the daily rush to cram as much as possible into this little bit of time, there are some things that have to be done the long way. And I can’t really explain why, but it just seems right.

For example, The Sexiest Man Alive and I managed to find ourselves twice in the past week in the near vicinity of Uptown Tattoo. This isn’t a huge coincidence, as this ten-block radius houses many of my oft-visited locales: French Meadow Bakery, Soovac, Bob’s Java Hut, CC Club, the Uptown Diner, J’s house, St Sabrina’s, Isles Bun and Coffee, my doctor’s office, Kowalski’s, Pandora’s Box, my new favorite store in the whole universe (15 Minutes), and also Michael’s house, but he doesn’t realize I’m stalking him yet, so shut up.

So, the reason we’ve gone to Uptown Tattoo twice now is that I’m supposed to go talk to Tom about my many half-formulated tattoo ideas, because TSMA is a big fan of his work. Both times we’ve gone in, we’ve managed to show up on Tom’s day off. Yesterday, we ran into the same guy, who may be getting sick of hearing our heavy shoes clomping up those ridiculously-steep stairs, and urged us to take Tom’s card so we could check to see if he was around before making the trip. But we didn’t, because we just like wandering in. Seems to me it’s just like how one of these days I’m gonna wander on into your life and see if you’re around.

If not, I’ll stop back.

Jenni