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|Sunday, December 19th, 2010|
I'm so crappy at updating. I accept this. Between work, selling crafts on Etsy and the shop here in town, and yes, taking a little time to play Rock Band on our kick ass new PS3... well, that's just all the hours I get in a day.
But things is good. Mr. Decent and I are heading to Watertown for Christmas. I finally decorated. I think that's about all there is. Peace.
|Thursday, April 1st, 2010|
The little girl who lives across the street is sobbing her eyes out because she doesn't want to leave one of her parents. She just keeps saying, "I don't want to go," over and over. Flashback to when my biological father had to literally pry me off of my mother for visitation weekends when I was a kid. I want to cry with the poor thing. She's so heart broken.
|Saturday, March 20th, 2010|
Just saw a girl in Wal Mart, easily in her teens, throw a temper tantrum. Her mom had to leave the store with her she was crying and yelling so loud. I'm pretty sure the only acceptable reason to make that much of a scene at that age is the threat of assault.
Oh, Rome. You're... you. Extremely Roman.
|Sunday, February 28th, 2010|
I taught myself how to use my sewing machine yesterday. My skill level is quite low, but it's good enough to hem my curtains. Sort of. Okay, crooked, but you can only tell if you're looking for it. And I made another curtain for the porch door with the scrap.
I feel accomplished, and really not in the mood to clean this week. *grumbles*
|Thursday, February 18th, 2010|
I don't go in for the public woe is me shit most of the time. That said, this is me, going in for it. Grandpa is sick. Like, really. I feel gutted.
|Wednesday, December 23rd, 2009|
|What? It could happen.
Who's living in her beloved old apartment with her very own boyfriend, her kitty, a huge walk in closet, a big geeky library, a Spider Man themed bathroom and full Christmas decor?
Me. McWorld, man.
|Friday, August 28th, 2009|
My room echoes, as everything has been cleared out. But it's only my room until tomorrow. I can't wait for the little closet of a room with cable and family dinners and Gunnar, and the new puppy and... run on sentences. And even more so, dwelling with Kevin some time in the near future.
We'll call that an update and be on the way.
|Thursday, August 6th, 2009|
Do you have any idea how ridiculously annoying it is to block someone on facebook? Generally, I'd think not, but with a name like Dave Williams, no network and no picture? I could be at this shit for hours.
Jerk sent a second add. I cannot fucking deal with him or the fight to the death that would follow were we to actually exchange any words.
|Wednesday, August 5th, 2009|
It never fails that as soon as I resolve some brewing aspect of my life, another one presents itself. I'm moving home for a bit, Kevin shall move to Rome. All is well, tra la fucking la.
No. Because my father chooses to send me a fucking facebook add. Gee, don't go making some grand gesture after four years of no contact. And especially since the last time I spoke to you again so soon after estrangement you took all of a couple months to disappear again. Add me on fucking facebook. Let's be besties.
Not that I'm planning to have them to immediately, but he will not be playing these bullshit games with my fucking children. Request denied, you useless jerk.
|Monday, August 3rd, 2009|
Things seem to have settles since my random drama. I'm waiting until after this weekend to start my very gradual packing up of Elise stuffs. Partly because I may have company this weekend after the Tucker/Evans Weddingstravaganza and I'd like my apartment to go down in the annals of history as having been a cool place to live when I did that, and also because I only have one box. It's a big box, but I have more stuff than that.
I have been ignored at home, rather than bitched at, so it's kinda like going back to normal. My preferred method at this point, although I very much look forward to family dinners and hanging out with people. Methinks good times are ahead.
Of course, someone needs to be looking for jobs, and so help me if he doesn't I will kick his sorry ass. Kevin. I'm talking to you. So freaking get on it already, or I will kick your sorry ass. Thank you. <3
Boss lady on vacation, very boring week of work. Only four days as weddingstravaganza is a floating holiday. And Kevin will be here. He cleans up nice. Yes, I see some smooth sailing from now on.
|Tuesday, June 30th, 2009|
Repo The Genetic Opera = FUCKING AWESOME. That is all.
|Monday, June 8th, 2009|
Hi, lj. I seem to have forgotten you. Again.
|Sunday, May 10th, 2009|
Hi. I didn't die. I've just been... uhhh, not much, actually. Spending a lot of time with the kitty. She just spent ten minutes completely freaking out on the toy I got her for her birthday and my sheets. Then she crawled under the comforter. Wore herself out, poor thing.
The other night I couldn't sleep and then got really sick. When I climbed back in bed I pulled her from the foot of the bed (where she normally sleeps) up next to me and scratched her belly. She decided she would grace me with her presence. I tried it again the next night, and again she stayed. I've kept it up. Last night while I was turning on the music and checking my alarm before sleepy time, she jumped up next to me and settled in. Evidently she enjoys scratch-a-belly while I fall asleep.
I realize all that seems completely inane, but I haven't been able to get her to sleep in my arms at night since before I went to college. She has finally forgiven me for that.
In other news, I picked up Kevin's birthday present on Friday. It's safe to say I'm the best girlfriend evar. Will post pictures after there is no danger of ruining the surprise. Almost two more weeks to wait, which I really suck at. Perhaps something more interesting soon, kids. Be well!
|Friday, March 6th, 2009|
I need to start going to bed earlier. It's my boss' fault. She got me fancy nail polish, and it would be totally wrong not to use it. Seriously, though, Laurie rules. She is on vacation in the Bahamas (along with a bunch of other consultants and most of the corporate office) so I am in for some very boring work starting tomorrow. As it will be difficult enough to stay awake, I best get to it.
It takes a ridiculously long time to type with wet nails, heh heh. Time to call the boy and then stop being conscious. Later days!
|Monday, March 2nd, 2009|
Not so much on the falafel sandwich. Although perhaps others would have enjoyed it, but nobody else in this apartment would. The omelette pita sandwich with onion and portabello, on the other hand, was A plus. And probably took a tenth of the time the falafel did. Also, it didn't destroy any food processors, haha.
Off to clean das apartment and then some form of exercise. Peace.
|Friday, February 27th, 2009|
|A Rare Moment of Opinionated Babbling
So I had this whole thing about smoking, but it got deleted and I lost my steam. Or smoke. In summary, I got a carton, I'm disappointed in myself, it turned out I wanted it, blah blah blah.
I now have a new topic, which I'm inviting ye all to discuss with me. To begin with, I'm not a very trendy internet gal. Or anything gal. Generally the last to know, and often don't understand the appeal of what everyone else is going crazy about. For example there's been this "been had ____" thing going on unbeknownst to me. I'm vaguely amused, but still don't quite understand.
Which brings us to this Suicide Girls phenomena that facebook informed me of today. I found the name a bit... troubling? I'm gonna go with troubling. I found the name a bit troubling, but due to the source decided I shouldn't write it off so quickly. I went to it and read the little manifesto and browsed the photos posted there, which I'm assuming were a tame version for the facebook audience.
I gotta say, I'm not impressed. I'm seeing the same skinny chicks that I see on TV, magazines and movies. Sure, they've got a bit more personality than the nondescript blonds that appear more frequently, what with the dyed hair and the tattoos and piercings. But it's still a bunch of flat stomached size twos, who are apparently normally naked. On the work computer, so I'm not going to do further research into the non-tamed version until later.
As a woman, I didn't feel represented by these women any more than I do by the Uma Thurmans of the world. Maybe it's because I have to rock the business casual every day and worry about what future mother in laws will think, but I doubt it has much to do with the ink and eyebrow rings. It seems to me they're perpetuating the same body image that every other media pushes on our society.
And the name? Please, argue with me, maybe I'm being the new bourgois feminist, but how is it good to say you're being "real" women when you pick a label that's so... urg, words. It's a title that seems to associate "real" women exclusively with pain and frailty. Am I just bee lining to that because suicide is such a negative thing? I'm real. At least I think I am. I seem to be taking up physical space and being alive at the moment, don't want to get too existential. As a real girl, body image issues aside, I don't want suicide representing me. Isn't that the kind of thing we're supposed to work against? Or should all women give in and be a bunch of Ophelias? And get tattoos. I don't know.
Please, discuss. I am beyond curious about what other people think of this.
|Sunday, December 28th, 2008|
|Ch. 50 In Which There Are Romans
For the first time since the Thanksgiving before my ill advised marital adventures, I got to hang out with my Romans. I believe that is roughly four years. It's fair to say we've all grown. Yet, the same fundamental qualities that I always loved them for remain. The kindness, the nature of fun-loving though we may look foolish, the creativity, the intellect, whatever it is about them that makes me feel like I've just returned home.
In summary: I missed you guys. I hope we never stop getting together. Most of all, I love you. Current Mood: chipper
|Wednesday, November 12th, 2008|
|Ch. 48 In Which He is Immediately Missed
Every time Kevin comes to visit I wish I had a bigger bed than a twin size...
Then he goes back to Watertown and it seems too big for just me. Current Mood: gloomy
|Friday, November 7th, 2008|
I has the dumb. I cleaned the whole apartment (including the entryway that I don't think was cleaned since Greg and Laura moved down there, EWWWW). My back hurts really bad again. Here's to hoping I am pain free by the time of my Kevin-shaped arrival tomorrow.
I had to hide his Christmas presents. I kind of love everything in life right now. Life: two thumbs up.
|Wednesday, November 5th, 2008|
|Ch. 47 Thank You For My Rage
Pardon me while I rant. This came to my telephone today:
FWD: Statue of liberty is coming down today! Aunt Jamima going up in her place holding a chicken leg.
Where to begin? I had the natural reaction, complete with obscenities. Mature and constructive? Not particularly. But frankly, there isn't much one can constructively do with such ignorance. I was then told that it was just a joke. I replied that it was in no way funny. I was told I was being pissy. Really now? Fucking really now?! Also, it's not bad, it's not like she wrote it or anything. You can tell, because the message started with FWD:. There were other transparent defenses for the text message. I replied to every one. If there's ever an argument worth having the last word on, it's this one.
It's not about who you voted for. The point of voting is that you get your own choice. But the choice is supposed to be based on issues, debates, intentions of candidates. That was a cheap shot based on the ethnicity of the winner. It's racism.
I will never keep my mouth shut about this shit. I don't think it is pissy. I think it's some justified pissed off. And I don't care what she or anyone else thinks about it, I will never simply delete these messages. That won't change anything. I will always respond, and I will always say that it's shitty, fucked up, ignorant and yes! Yes, it IS racist!
More than anything, I just wish I didn't have to say it to a member of my own family. UGH!