December 9th, 2005

twilight, Fairbanks to Phoenix, two worlds


I knew I was saving the dark chocolate with cacao nibs for something. It turned out to be an existential crisis of some sort, the type that often results in crying jags and the refusal to come out of my apartment for anything save retail therapy at inconvenient hours of the night. These things are not a good thing to have at midnight.

I'm feeling a lot better now that I've had my chocolate and a bagel. I'd been thinking about coming in for an extra shift tomorrow, but since I'm up late tonight, that's probably not going to be happening. I have too much to do around the apartment.

My earlier dreadful mood's worn off, and I'm feeling positively cheerful. It's three in the morning, and I'm wondering whether I should play around with the GIMP and a few favorite photos now, or later. (Oh, goodness. He was 22 in that photo.)

Ahh, birds.

The jello hasn't gelled all the way as yet, but I think it would be very silly of me to stay up later to watch it do so. (Mmm. Strawberry.)

I remembered just now what I was planning to put in the poll but forgot to due to issues of brains breaking and so forth. People in other bits of California, there is the chance that I would be able to go places at certain points. Road trips. The-Sith, timing?
Eris Raven, Marah

Conversations with my laundry

Me: "This shirt looks good to wear today."
Shirt: *looks sensible, remotely fashionable, and black*
Me: "Wait a minute. I know your type."
Me: *shakes shirt*
Shirt: *disgorges stocking*
Stocking: *sticks to wall*
Me: "Umm..."
Shirt: "WTF."
My sensible Bachelor Housewife Side: "You have dryer sheets for a reason, Loonie."
The Wall: *spits sock to floor*
Stocking: *lies there with deceptive calm*
Me: "No, I don't think so." *gets dressed*
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Something happened to my right knee in the past few days. This puts a cramp in my happily-walking style.
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Social pressure for sXe strikes me as socially normal. At least they label it as it is. Remember "temperance"?
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Something was telling me not to get on that bus. It left me sufficiently ill at ease that I did not get on.
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Did not find good frog mold. I want one that resembles the movie frogs. Realistic, not cartoon. And deep, for jam.
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Off to the temple of consumer electronics. I am in that weird restless mood again. *shops* Hooray exhaustion.