conflict
I don't often paint my nails, because firstly I bang my hands against things constantly at work, and so keeping a manicure tidy ends up devolving into two hours a night repainting and actual tears, and partly because...
I don't know, I feel vaguely like I'm betraying what feminist priciples I have by painting my nails deep rose pink, and yet. HEE HEE HEE I HAVE PINK NAILS HEE HEE HEE I FEEL SO PRETTTTTTY.
Also this round went on perfectly, so I expect you'll hear from me next announcing I've lost a finger and am in the hospital but the doctor thinks I'll learn to knit without it just fine. THERE'S EVEN TOPCOAT ON.
TODAY, SO FAR:
- wrote actual words on my actual K/S Valentine fic (it's still kind of horrible looking to me but I've learned better than to judge for myself)
- went to Lan Su Garden with Amy and ate mooncakes, marbled tea eggs and tea (item: the reason why the teacups are tiny is because there is an actual metric fuckload of caffiene in them.)
- bought tickets, except apparently they're doing rail shit on the 21st, which, lame
- went to Knit/Purl and bought the Girasole pattern and a skein of 220 to do some socks I've been eying thoughtfully in Knitty
- left my wallet and the Girasole pattern at Knit/Purl which of course I realized seperately, the wallet when I was attempting to get a thing at Whole Foods
- retrieved wallet and rushed to AVEDA institute where I
- was shorn of a shocking amount of hair by a Lady GaGa worshipper so I no longer look like a tribble lives on my head
- bought deepfried sausages and chips and also a deepfried Mars bar at the Frying Scotsman. I must be getting old because I seriously thought that the sugar on top of the Mars bar was a little much.
Now I think I'm going to put on shoes and get laundry money, sigh.
I don't know, I feel vaguely like I'm betraying what feminist priciples I have by painting my nails deep rose pink, and yet. HEE HEE HEE I HAVE PINK NAILS HEE HEE HEE I FEEL SO PRETTTTTTY.
Also this round went on perfectly, so I expect you'll hear from me next announcing I've lost a finger and am in the hospital but the doctor thinks I'll learn to knit without it just fine. THERE'S EVEN TOPCOAT ON.
TODAY, SO FAR:
- wrote actual words on my actual K/S Valentine fic (it's still kind of horrible looking to me but I've learned better than to judge for myself)
- went to Lan Su Garden with Amy and ate mooncakes, marbled tea eggs and tea (item: the reason why the teacups are tiny is because there is an actual metric fuckload of caffiene in them.)
- bought tickets, except apparently they're doing rail shit on the 21st, which, lame
- went to Knit/Purl and bought the Girasole pattern and a skein of 220 to do some socks I've been eying thoughtfully in Knitty
- left my wallet and the Girasole pattern at Knit/Purl which of course I realized seperately, the wallet when I was attempting to get a thing at Whole Foods
- retrieved wallet and rushed to AVEDA institute where I
- was shorn of a shocking amount of hair by a Lady GaGa worshipper so I no longer look like a tribble lives on my head
- bought deepfried sausages and chips and also a deepfried Mars bar at the Frying Scotsman. I must be getting old because I seriously thought that the sugar on top of the Mars bar was a little much.
Now I think I'm going to put on shoes and get laundry money, sigh.