I was looking at a note to self I made at work about what to remember to write about. It said:

fire alarm

chicken arms

waiting like charlie and willie wonka

I wrote about my fire alarm experience. I have no idea what I wanted to say about chicken arms. Did I want to discuss how funny it is that birds, like chickens, have no arms? It is kind of silly when you think about it. I think I was probably thinking my own arms looked chickenly and was going to say something clever about it. It's also possible that an old lady had chicken arms. Maybe all of the above.

I can't quite put my finger on what I was going for with Willy Wonka, but I feel like I'll remember eventually, so I'll just save that for later. Silly Willy.

Speaking of writing. My friend, Jamie, is in fancy art school for photography. Last weekend she was working on her latest project, to shoot and design a cd cover, insert, and back cover. She asked me to be her model, and she set up shop in my backyard. The cd covers came out quite nicely. The cool part is that she used phrases from all of our inside jokes as the song titles! 

Here's the lineup:

1. Turning over a New Leaf (which isn't actually an inside joke, it's named after the cd A New Leaf, which is basically named after the dress I was wearing)

2. I don't Want to Burn My Rubber

3. A Jugala A Jugala

4. Flames on the side of my face

5. Teenskabie

6. Almost Fearless

7. ELEVEN!!!1

8. Feeling Like a Windmill

9. Ffffft

10. The Human Touch

11. I love you because you're you

12. Best Friends

Sounds good, don'nit? You can see the cd on facebook. 

http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=144872&id=582911420

I've decided that it looks and sounds so good, it ought to have some actual songs to go with the cd. I am not much of a songwriter, at all. I usually write poetry that doesn't rhyme, which doesn't exactly translate into song. However, I've already started experimenting (singing in the shower?) and have almost a full "A Jugala A Jugala" and about half of "Best Friends." Now I just need to learn how to play the guitar or piano or something. Maybe a Mac, like Imogen Heap. 

Lastly, I just want to share with you that I have a squeezy bottle of sweetened condensed milk--La Lechera--with which I creamed my french-pressed coffee today and, lemme tell ya, it is more delicious than I expected. Y'all should try it.

Tootles for now, kids. I love you.