Another package from my mother ... this time she sent a tape of the Portland/racial killing episode of City Confidential ... I really like City Confidential but I hadn't seen the Portland one about skinheads killing a black man. Despite the subject matter probably the best thing she's ever sent me, and for Valentine's Day ( Read more... )

February is my favorite month of the year ... do I need a reason? To be honest ... it's because there are no birthdays for me to remember, and I can start getting excited about St. Patrick's Day. I really, really like leprechauns. And green crap. (Not literally.)

If I watch any more DIY network I might explode, and ruin my DIY curtains and bedspread. Sometimes I just want to do anything BUT effing do it myself.

Uh oh, someone's grumpy, three guesses who and the first two don't count.

Seriously like sometimes it's just not worth it and the end results look insane.

I forgot I had a livejournal for a bit ... been busy, with my homemaker boyfriend, and my destructive yet lovable dog, and my classes, and my inability to get my hair how I want it. And the part where my mother acted as if she might visit ... which threw me into a tailspin of effing shock. Thank god that fell through ( Read more... )

Trimmed my hair today ... I love having pink and yellow hair right now, it cheers me up during the winter, but I don't like the dryness ... been using a lot of oil on it lately to moisturize, and my face is broken out from my dirty pillowcases now. Can't win. I'm sort of tired of the effing yellow though ... it's a little too neon banana, and I ( Read more... )

The holidays are over, and I am feeling a little better. But Morrissey puked ... on the new scarf I started. If I had to eat dog food I'd puke it up too ( Read more... )

I ended up sending my mother that horrible scarf, and some cookies Jordan made. Then I wrote a note to go with it, and told her she could attach the scarf to her swiffer and use it that way ... and claimed I made the cookies ( Read more... )

And he's got a bunch of candles burning. Our bedroom smells like cinnamon, and the bathroom like pine trees, or maybe that's the Pine-Sol. Jordan didn't work today so he got to clean the bathroom early. Then wake me up for post-cleaning sexual energy.

My boyfriend is a better housewife than I am, and I am sort of in a funk.

It's unreal that Christmas is in three days. I just reached the point where wreaths and stockings are acceptable ... my Christmas timeclock is in slo-mo. By the time I accept Christmas Eve and the stupid Santa on our neighbor's door it'll be effing Easter.

Jordan is baking sugar cookies, and singing carols. I might have to go buy Cure records.

I have to admit ... that I don't mind picking up Morrissey's "presents" during our walks ... because at least my hand is warm through the plastic for a little while. Hey don't judge.