If I were to embark on a career as a Sassy Girl DJ, what should my DJ name be?
(I have already thought of DJ Barbarella and DJ Dana Scully.)
Other, unrelated items of little interest:
1. After Monday, I will be done with all work for this quarter and I have no intention of going to campus until January. Instead I will be doing the following things: maybe finishing that conference paper, finally finishing that Djuna Barnes novel I have been reading for ages, really finishing that Shangri-Las themed embroidery project I started in August, going on some long walks.
2. I have suddenly been filled with an overwhealming urge to get a kitten. I blame the animal rescue organization that had cats for adoption in the Whole Foods parking lot last week. It is noteworthy that this urge to get a cat (and name it Harrison Ford) seems to be coninciding with a mild identity crisis and loss of all libido and sexual desire on my part (which seems to result from my realization that Everything Is Horrible and Love is Lies, which is something I always instinctively knew, but which has become much clearer over the past few months), suggesting a disturbing potential for me to slide into crazy cat ladyness. Luckily, my roomate is allergic to cats, which is keeping me on my decidedly less depressing chosen path of Fashionable and Increasingly Cynical Young Lady About Town. Why do I write such long sentences? Nobody knows.
3. Did I ever tell you about the time we went to the Cowboy Museum? It was awesome.
DJ Clara Sass. Obviously. No one will ever tie it to your formative (and slightly later) years hanging out in church basements and becoming acquainted with God’s handwriting.
Crazy cat ladyness is you know, not so bad, I guess.
I get a lot of baking and knitting done.