All great truths begin as blasphemies.
George Bernard Shaw
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There is nothing to read here. The content is over there, to your right.
I may, however, at some point, put something here. Some day. Eventually. No pressure.
in this episode..x4
Dammit. I'm an idiot, did you know?
I need to get into the shower but I wasn't thinking earlier when I decided to flake out and use the dishwasher instead of simply doing the dishes by hand. I rarely use that damn machine and so now of course I'm out of hot water for the next hour or so.
I'll just have to sit here in my jammies, reeking of beer, cigarettes and wet dog. Oh yeah, I'm a prize. heh. Add to that the black stains under my fingernails from the ink stick I ground up and promptly dumped all over the carpet and the dog (hence, wet dog smell from bathing the pooch)..
Yep. It's been a good day already.
I smell much better now, thank you.
I'm slightly miffed about dumping the ink powder. *grumble* I don't care about the carpet or the dog.. I was feeling all inspired and willing to give the Chinese calligraphy another go (it's HARD y'all - I swear!) but it looks like I'm s.o.l. on getting to do that today.
Crap.
So. What now?
Aha! Here's what now:
Reason #23 not to let your best mate into the bathroom with you when you're just out of the shower and blow drying your hair (though, I like this pic - not only does it show off my striking and oft-remarked upon resemblance to Cousin It, it shows off my plaid pj shirt in the background. Oh yeah - who's cool?! Me, baby, yeeaahh..)
And I'm putting this one up too, even though I still look hideous and would normally have this bad boy deleted before you could blink, but it is the only shot of my pierced eyebrow.
--mmm.. I see the bag of Tostitos behind me. Now I must go and eat.
more later.
Chatting with my daughter online. She's staying with my mom-in-law for a little while, a vacation of sorts for her.
She's having a good enough time and seemed pleased I came online to talk with her.. heh.. until I started giving her a hard time about her spelling.
She claims she's only using texting shorthand, I claim she's the downfall of English as we know it.
She said "Goodnight!!" and shut down ICQ before I could answer her. It's the equivalent of storming to her room, muttering under her breath and slamming the door behind her.
*sigh* I miss her. It's too quiet around here.
soundtrack: Eva Cassidy - "Fever"
I need to get into the shower but I wasn't thinking earlier when I decided to flake out and use the dishwasher instead of simply doing the dishes by hand. I rarely use that damn machine and so now of course I'm out of hot water for the next hour or so.
I'll just have to sit here in my jammies, reeking of beer, cigarettes and wet dog. Oh yeah, I'm a prize. heh. Add to that the black stains under my fingernails from the ink stick I ground up and promptly dumped all over the carpet and the dog (hence, wet dog smell from bathing the pooch)..
Yep. It's been a good day already.
I smell much better now, thank you.
I'm slightly miffed about dumping the ink powder. *grumble* I don't care about the carpet or the dog.. I was feeling all inspired and willing to give the Chinese calligraphy another go (it's HARD y'all - I swear!) but it looks like I'm s.o.l. on getting to do that today.
Crap.
So. What now?
Aha! Here's what now:
Reason #23 not to let your best mate into the bathroom with you when you're just out of the shower and blow drying your hair (though, I like this pic - not only does it show off my striking and oft-remarked upon resemblance to Cousin It, it shows off my plaid pj shirt in the background. Oh yeah - who's cool?! Me, baby, yeeaahh..)
And I'm putting this one up too, even though I still look hideous and would normally have this bad boy deleted before you could blink, but it is the only shot of my pierced eyebrow.
--mmm.. I see the bag of Tostitos behind me. Now I must go and eat.
more later.
Chatting with my daughter online. She's staying with my mom-in-law for a little while, a vacation of sorts for her.
She's having a good enough time and seemed pleased I came online to talk with her.. heh.. until I started giving her a hard time about her spelling.
She claims she's only using texting shorthand, I claim she's the downfall of English as we know it.
She said "Goodnight!!" and shut down ICQ before I could answer her. It's the equivalent of storming to her room, muttering under her breath and slamming the door behind her.
*sigh* I miss her. It's too quiet around here.
soundtrack: Eva Cassidy - "Fever"
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