April 24th, 2004


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I have a big animated Andrew W.K. twat on my friends page

I have about a billion inane, pampered, entitled, suburban, bargain hunting morons moving up and down the street because there is a "community yard sale" going on
I actually heard a woman scream "HOLY TOLEDO! Look at THAT!" over some random piece of plastic crap laying in the neighbor's driveway before she shuttled her two rotund, dressed like Big Joe (becuase they're soooo fuckin hoood, ya know), loud and stupid kids on over to see if there was anything *they* wanted

While Mika did her thing in the ivy outback I caught a glimpse of this woman's very overweight and sad faced husband and had to wonder who the hell he'd been, who the hell she'd been and why in HELL they'd gotten married.

The yard isn't as neatly manicured as the others. There are some bald patches from the draining areas and places where the grass never came back after the snow. This is getting some glances from the roving consumption wagon trolling its way in and out of the street.

I want to put on some ripped up clothes, some poorly applied blue eyeshadow, and some pabts blue ribbon, lawn chairs, and lots of cigarettes. I want to sit right in the middle of the driveway for a few hours just to make them all uncomfortable.

Sooooo much hate this morning. Soooo much hate.

We're going to go have a really late breakfast, then get interesting cigarettes and cigars at a cigar shop, and then head back home to play with the dog and be silly. Maybe we'll hit one of the fuckers. Maybe I'll get extra points for a kid

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It hasn't sunk in yet that I have a break from work for a bit.
I even just volunteered myself for additional work should any arise until the next scheduled project pops up, which is going to be at least a couple of weeks.
I should be thankful.
I should clean the house room by room.
I should organize the basement.
I should get my clothes from the move last year out of the bags and into drawers.
I should put together the bed that's been sitting in plastic since the move last year
I should get some tape. Just to have it on hand.

May 1st we have salong appointments. Karl is long overdue for a haircut and so am I. I haven't dyed my hair in ooh... a year... and sometime in October or November I had it highlighted, but well, that was quite awhile ago.
So I have natural color to about halfway down my face and then the old bleachy blonde/red/orangey color kicks in for the for rest of the length (we're approaching middle of the back, which is definitely at the cut point). It looks pretty assy.
So, I have an appointment to have the hair cut and then an appointment to have it colored. So far, the plan is to sit down, and when he asks what I'd like to have done, I'll say "whatever works well with my face and you feel like doing. Have fun"
And for the coloring .. it uh .. gonna be about the same. Though I can already tell that Andrea will just recommend some good multi level highlights again because "you're a blonde. you should have highlights"

We're not talking cheesy highlights. We're talking Andrea-who's-been-written-up-in-the-washingtonian-several-times-highlights.

I smell WONDERFUL right now. Fresh, Index, Pear Cassis
And under that some new body scrub with pulverized rice and a grape extract face wash and grape water toner. I wanna lick *myself* I smell so good.

Very shortly we're going to a restaurant then to a cigar shop, then back here to watch the fight with Steve and Lex and Oscar. And I might make green cookies.
Not sure if that will happen tonight or not as the butter supplies are probably a little low.
But we'll see.

Aren't you glad I'm not working on a project? I mean... lookit the CONTENT, MAAAAN