'the jam session was a success'

the yard sale went well:

i sold about $200 worth of stuff, and have called the salvation army to take away my unsold stuff on thursday. this is key to making my moving managable - getting rid of the unbelievable amount of crap i tend to amass.

the downfall to my yard sale was the unfortunate fac that i failed to lather up in sunscreen, and the resulting white/burn lines make my breasts look startling and assymetrical:

thankfully, the genetics of my eastern european forefathers has afforded me the type of skin that burns fuschia one day and settles into a nice golden brown a few days later.

not that anybody's really privy to up-close views of my breasts right now. although -and i hesitate to even mention it, because talking about it makes it seem too important somehow- DW4, the supervisor from the track i first mentioned many, many moons ago, is back in the picture and i am back where i started many years ago. shouldn't i be older and wiser by now?