What the hell does it take to feel like a productive human being?

Umeko's wedding was nice.

He can predict exactly where my spoon will go when I eat ice cream.
Apparently, I attack it from the weakest (softest) points, and work inward, shaving small, curled units with my spoon from the outer edges. It takes FOREVER.
AND
He still thinks it's cute. Score.

Last Friday, I shared my very-first-in-an-actual-bar drink with Paul Eliot.

Ross just got a HUGE shipment of Sevens, in tons of different cuts and washes, and all sizes. Twenty dollars.
...just thought I'd share.

Septum: Pierced (finally).

A day and a half. That's thirty six hours.
That's what we got, and it was amazing.
However, it wasn't nearly enough.

Three more days!

In the past week I've been fiscally, biologically, and emotionally fucked.
I've decided that I don't like being overworked and underpaid, having food poisoning, or being lied to.
Now I have to make some other decisions.

God, will I ever stop whining?
Yes. And that time is now.

I installed ( this 6' by 4 1/2' piece )

12:45 AM- STATE MY CONDITIONS ( Read more... )