it is a big bugger, isn't it?
Unemployment means that you get to spend a lot of quality time with The Cosby Show.
My dog is stalking the squirrels from inside. I get to be her accomplice by being the one to jump up and open the back door every time one gets within range. Unfortunately, she can't be outside by herself for too long, since she tends to jump the fence when the squirrels try to make a break for it. It's funniest when she gets them treed like a coon dog.
I fucking hate squirrels. Squirrels are rats with bigger tails.
Spent quite a lot of time on my Japanese last night. I actually memorized the kanji for numbers 1-10 all in one go. Not that they're hard or anything. But it was fun. Of course, I had to watch Lost In Translation afterward.
Once again, I have run out of deodorant and have been forced to borrow my father's. I smell like a man again. It's not pleasant.
This weekend is the Olympia Arts Walk. Yay! Procession of the Species, the very cool bigass parade that Ari and I go to every year, is on Saturday. It better not fucking rain. The Olympian claims that we will have sun and happiness, but I'm not counting on it.
Must fight the boredom. Busy making a bag for diamine... I should start on the machine tonight. Yes.
My dog is stalking the squirrels from inside. I get to be her accomplice by being the one to jump up and open the back door every time one gets within range. Unfortunately, she can't be outside by herself for too long, since she tends to jump the fence when the squirrels try to make a break for it. It's funniest when she gets them treed like a coon dog.
I fucking hate squirrels. Squirrels are rats with bigger tails.
Spent quite a lot of time on my Japanese last night. I actually memorized the kanji for numbers 1-10 all in one go. Not that they're hard or anything. But it was fun. Of course, I had to watch Lost In Translation afterward.
Once again, I have run out of deodorant and have been forced to borrow my father's. I smell like a man again. It's not pleasant.
This weekend is the Olympia Arts Walk. Yay! Procession of the Species, the very cool bigass parade that Ari and I go to every year, is on Saturday. It better not fucking rain. The Olympian claims that we will have sun and happiness, but I'm not counting on it.
Must fight the boredom. Busy making a bag for diamine... I should start on the machine tonight. Yes.