i am not just a porn-writing machine
I'm just very lazy, and it's far easier to say things on the tweeter.
Speaking of things on the tweeter, I need to say thank you guys for all of the positive thoughts for my mom last month; that was some scary shit. Urinary tract infections can fuck your shit up. She's doing lots better now, and is back to her normal self (though wow, she did say some hilarious shit when she was loopy). She spends seriously so much time watching those cooking shows where Gordon Ramsay yells at people. All of them. I didn't know he yelled so much on television.
We're trying (ha!) to eat better these days too, since her blood sugar was so out of whack, and I've been having the occasional self-conscious about my fat days. As it is, I've been poring over vegan cookbooks and thinking, "Yeah, we're gonna try this" and then I wander back to my room and fall asleep again, usually at noon. I have been successful in making these super-delicious chickpea cutlets, though, and I even got my sister to try one and agree that yeah, it would be good with gravy. Also I made home-made seitan, which is delicious and I need to make more and I do get a kick out of calling it summoning seitan. I'm easily amused.
Coming back around to not being a porn-writing machine, I've also had my days where it feels pointless, I guess like it isn't amusing anymore? I think it's because I have a hard time finding things I want to read (so yeah, if you have any recommendations for me, by all means, yell them at me). It doesn't help that KAT-TUN are apparently sticking their thumbs up their butts (or each other's, whatever floats their boats) instead of doing lots of things. On a side note, it's my birthday next week, so you guys should make me nice things. Or you know, just love on me a little then. I'll be at work. :'3
Which, speaking of, is going. It's not that I hate my work, it's that I hate the other crew with a burning passion. This is like, the kind of hatred it takes years to cultivate, but it's only taken a matter of months. Today is my Sunday, and I am not looking forward to being with the bitches tomorrow. At least it's only one day? At least? Let's just have a prayer circle or something so that it won't be completely god-awful.
Also I have a question. It's a burning one, at least at the moment, because I just fought with my flat-iron. It comes up when I battle the hair dryer, too, honestly. Frizz. How can I get unfrizzy? This morning is like, Hermione-level frizz. I thinned my hair last week, and it is bigger than before all that happened.
In conclusion, I will leave you with some of the things I've been listening to. This, and this, and this, and I even listened to this a shameful amount.
Speaking of things on the tweeter, I need to say thank you guys for all of the positive thoughts for my mom last month; that was some scary shit. Urinary tract infections can fuck your shit up. She's doing lots better now, and is back to her normal self (though wow, she did say some hilarious shit when she was loopy). She spends seriously so much time watching those cooking shows where Gordon Ramsay yells at people. All of them. I didn't know he yelled so much on television.
We're trying (ha!) to eat better these days too, since her blood sugar was so out of whack, and I've been having the occasional self-conscious about my fat days. As it is, I've been poring over vegan cookbooks and thinking, "Yeah, we're gonna try this" and then I wander back to my room and fall asleep again, usually at noon. I have been successful in making these super-delicious chickpea cutlets, though, and I even got my sister to try one and agree that yeah, it would be good with gravy. Also I made home-made seitan, which is delicious and I need to make more and I do get a kick out of calling it summoning seitan. I'm easily amused.
Coming back around to not being a porn-writing machine, I've also had my days where it feels pointless, I guess like it isn't amusing anymore? I think it's because I have a hard time finding things I want to read (so yeah, if you have any recommendations for me, by all means, yell them at me). It doesn't help that KAT-TUN are apparently sticking their thumbs up their butts (or each other's, whatever floats their boats) instead of doing lots of things. On a side note, it's my birthday next week, so you guys should make me nice things. Or you know, just love on me a little then. I'll be at work. :'3
Which, speaking of, is going. It's not that I hate my work, it's that I hate the other crew with a burning passion. This is like, the kind of hatred it takes years to cultivate, but it's only taken a matter of months. Today is my Sunday, and I am not looking forward to being with the bitches tomorrow. At least it's only one day? At least? Let's just have a prayer circle or something so that it won't be completely god-awful.
Also I have a question. It's a burning one, at least at the moment, because I just fought with my flat-iron. It comes up when I battle the hair dryer, too, honestly. Frizz. How can I get unfrizzy? This morning is like, Hermione-level frizz. I thinned my hair last week, and it is bigger than before all that happened.
In conclusion, I will leave you with some of the things I've been listening to. This, and this, and this, and I even listened to this a shameful amount.