Best. Holiday. Ever. The plan: Tonight, Ghost Ship, norse costume (it’s on a boat, and I’ll be cold. This way, I have built in warm & cozy). Tomorrow, Hallowe’en Sin City, no idea what I’ll wear. May spend the day racing round hitting up Nov 1st sales. May possibly also buy a lot of candy. [...]
Archive for October, 2008
Please stop the ride, I’d like off.
I have a serious case of the mopes these days, and it’s starting to annoy me. The nice thing is, I can be easily distracted back to un-moping, but give me 2 minutes of time to myself, and I invariably start to think in ways that just upset me for no good reason. Therefore, I’ve [...]
Nose? Nose.
The focus ended up on her nose instead of her eyes, but y’know? I like it better like this anyway.
I … I’m so sorry…
Honestly, I don’t know how this could have happened. I’m not even ELIGIBLE to vote in US elections!
She’d make an excellent bodyguard
Justice adores Nick. I think I’ve said this before. She sleeps on his side of the bed, usually wrapped around his legs or through his feet. When I get up before he does, she cuddles in next to him and has to be coaxed to come downstairs for breakfast & her morning pee. She is [...]
Crisis Averted, and other sundry topics.
I feel a bit like rambling. So I will. Good news: I no longer feel like someone’s been punching me repeatedly in the kidneys. This is good, as by Friday I was convinced I’d be in the hospital by Sunday. And while the pain kept up pretty darn good for a few days, it conveniently [...]
By the age of 29, you should know…
…NOT to crack open the bottle of wine when you’re stressed right the fuck out, in intense pain, and alone. On the upside, it was very tasty. On the downside, now I’m drunk as fuck. Awesome.
Total Chicken
I am absolutely terrified to pee. Motherfucker. This is only going to make things worse.
Ms. Crankypants, at your service.
Two days ago, I started suspecting that I had a UTI. Last night, I was pretty much convinced of it and figured I’d go see my doctor on the weekend. This morning, I woke up (very unusually — I almost never wake up once I’m asleep) at 5am to pee. HOLY FUCKING CHRIST ON TOAST. [...]