| ~ Samantha ~ ( @ 2005-09-19 02:12:00 |
Quick Update
Every day for the last week I keep going back to this painting that I desperately wanted to buy. I was going to bid on it when it got closer to the end date, but I was out of town in Lafayette and the timing was off. I keep going back to it and looking at it. I wonder whose house it’s hanging in and whether they adore it as fiercely as I do.
I was going to talk about New Orleans. I was going to explain why, even though I complained about the cockroaches and the layers of humidity and the grunge and the Stroker, I still miss it. But there are plenty of people talking about it who explain it better than I do, and even that painting explains it better than any words I could corral together.
I should have posted in here earlier to tell you all that I’m fine. I appreciate the concern and the sweetness a lot of you have shown. I am completely okay and I don’t need help but there are still a lot of people that do. I know some of you remember that sexy tart Lauren from KBW. She and I are sharing a rental outside of Baton Rouge for awhile. She lost everything she owns except a bag of clothes, her car and a laptop. She’s still one of the lucky ones, but she could always use some help trying to put things back together. If you want to do a call and send either 50% or 100% of the profits to her, please just make a note of that in the comments section of a call you buy with me and tell me you’re doing it. It would be really appreciated.
I’m not going to talk about this any more here because this doesn’t feel like the right forum for me. I’ll be posting a separate entry later, maybe with some shallow ramblings and some shout outs.
Every day for the last week I keep going back to this painting that I desperately wanted to buy. I was going to bid on it when it got closer to the end date, but I was out of town in Lafayette and the timing was off. I keep going back to it and looking at it. I wonder whose house it’s hanging in and whether they adore it as fiercely as I do.
I was going to talk about New Orleans. I was going to explain why, even though I complained about the cockroaches and the layers of humidity and the grunge and the Stroker, I still miss it. But there are plenty of people talking about it who explain it better than I do, and even that painting explains it better than any words I could corral together.
I should have posted in here earlier to tell you all that I’m fine. I appreciate the concern and the sweetness a lot of you have shown. I am completely okay and I don’t need help but there are still a lot of people that do. I know some of you remember that sexy tart Lauren from KBW. She and I are sharing a rental outside of Baton Rouge for awhile. She lost everything she owns except a bag of clothes, her car and a laptop. She’s still one of the lucky ones, but she could always use some help trying to put things back together. If you want to do a call and send either 50% or 100% of the profits to her, please just make a note of that in the comments section of a call you buy with me and tell me you’re doing it. It would be really appreciated.
I’m not going to talk about this any more here because this doesn’t feel like the right forum for me. I’ll be posting a separate entry later, maybe with some shallow ramblings and some shout outs.