Keeping your love locked down
I want something, but I am not quite sure what that is. Usually in these instances the answer is queso or simply cheese in any form. Fortunately I am joining lovely old high school friends for happy hour at 6, so I can find out if it is in fact queso and margaritas that I want.
If it's inner truth or some other shit, then I will probably be in trouble and end up watching a movie or reading Dresden Files instead. My life is exciting.
Witness: excitement.
I realized yesterday when I was in the shower that my ass needed to leave to go pick up the Scrappy chihuahua from his grandmother in Budah, so I just threw on some clothes and wrapped a towel around my hair in the hopes that it would not dry too oddly. It was mere coincidence that the colors were St. Patrick's Day appropriate. Also I dyed my hair an insane purple-ish shade of red to emphasize my lack of Irishness. This will wash out, but right now I look like a belong in a comic book and it's AWESOME.
Okay so it doesn't look as insane here. I'll get a picture in full daylight later. At the moment I suffer from lazy.
In other news, I drove into Houston over the weekend for my dearest and most darling Rebecca's bridal shower and had a surprisingly good time- not that it is possible for me to have a bad time with Rebecca, just that I have been to some painfully un-fun bridal showers where I tried to work out drinking as much wine as possible without letting on that I was doing so to dull the pain of the event. Sober bridal showers are basically the equivalent of hell on earth. I'd rather get sampled by Sea Beast.
SEA BEAST!*
Sea Beast was sadly not present at our St. Patrick's Day festivities yesternight (hey awesome apparently that is a word), but we managed to have fun without a large amphibious and murderous creature dosing himself in green beer and broken dreams of finding a hot Irish person to do sexy things with. Instead there was the drinking of Guiness and Jameson (which I pretty much do all the time anyway) and even the occasional carbomb. Which is probably why I feel like taking a nap right now and doing absolutely no productive work. I will count it well when I take the Scrappers for a walk later.
Right friends, back to the Dresden Files then.
Love from a Sarah
*This is a Sci-Fi channel movie so bad awesome that IMDB refuses to even list it on their website. It is about the best/worst predator ever; a highly evolved angler fish who is amphibious, has frog-like abilities, can become invisible at will while leaping through trees and spitting its venomous paralyzing spit at you. So you would think Sea Beast would be somewhat unstoppable, but Sea Beast is not so smart because s/he moves onto this island with a population of ten people and proceeds to eat all of them. . .but not actually finish eating any of them. Sea Beast is like a finicky Rebecca with a box of chocolates; he just takes a few bites and abandons the half-eaten torso of the sheriff, etc. Then Sea Beast goes around having 10,000 spawn that it cannot sustain.
No wonder the main character was able to rig up a homemade bomb that simultaneously destroyed the nest spawn of Sea Beast and also inexplicably styled his hair.
On a further note, Sea Beast has been worked into the religion of the Church of Old Gregg; Old Gregg is naturally the Jesus figure under his cosmic father SPACE GOD!, and Sea Beast (SEA BEAST!) is the holy spirit aspect since he can turn invisible at will. And also is a tranny.
If it's inner truth or some other shit, then I will probably be in trouble and end up watching a movie or reading Dresden Files instead. My life is exciting.
Witness: excitement.
I realized yesterday when I was in the shower that my ass needed to leave to go pick up the Scrappy chihuahua from his grandmother in Budah, so I just threw on some clothes and wrapped a towel around my hair in the hopes that it would not dry too oddly. It was mere coincidence that the colors were St. Patrick's Day appropriate. Also I dyed my hair an insane purple-ish shade of red to emphasize my lack of Irishness. This will wash out, but right now I look like a belong in a comic book and it's AWESOME.
Okay so it doesn't look as insane here. I'll get a picture in full daylight later. At the moment I suffer from lazy.
In other news, I drove into Houston over the weekend for my dearest and most darling Rebecca's bridal shower and had a surprisingly good time- not that it is possible for me to have a bad time with Rebecca, just that I have been to some painfully un-fun bridal showers where I tried to work out drinking as much wine as possible without letting on that I was doing so to dull the pain of the event. Sober bridal showers are basically the equivalent of hell on earth. I'd rather get sampled by Sea Beast.
SEA BEAST!*
Sea Beast was sadly not present at our St. Patrick's Day festivities yesternight (hey awesome apparently that is a word), but we managed to have fun without a large amphibious and murderous creature dosing himself in green beer and broken dreams of finding a hot Irish person to do sexy things with. Instead there was the drinking of Guiness and Jameson (which I pretty much do all the time anyway) and even the occasional carbomb. Which is probably why I feel like taking a nap right now and doing absolutely no productive work. I will count it well when I take the Scrappers for a walk later.
Right friends, back to the Dresden Files then.
Love from a Sarah
*This is a Sci-Fi channel movie so bad awesome that IMDB refuses to even list it on their website. It is about the best/worst predator ever; a highly evolved angler fish who is amphibious, has frog-like abilities, can become invisible at will while leaping through trees and spitting its venomous paralyzing spit at you. So you would think Sea Beast would be somewhat unstoppable, but Sea Beast is not so smart because s/he moves onto this island with a population of ten people and proceeds to eat all of them. . .but not actually finish eating any of them. Sea Beast is like a finicky Rebecca with a box of chocolates; he just takes a few bites and abandons the half-eaten torso of the sheriff, etc. Then Sea Beast goes around having 10,000 spawn that it cannot sustain.
No wonder the main character was able to rig up a homemade bomb that simultaneously destroyed the nest spawn of Sea Beast and also inexplicably styled his hair.
On a further note, Sea Beast has been worked into the religion of the Church of Old Gregg; Old Gregg is naturally the Jesus figure under his cosmic father SPACE GOD!, and Sea Beast (SEA BEAST!) is the holy spirit aspect since he can turn invisible at will. And also is a tranny.