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Feb. 4th, 2009 10:58 am... read the scrolling text at the bottom of the screen. :)
Feb. 4th, 2009
... currently defined as having to pee but not being able to go because I'm wearing jeans and I just painted my nails. *grumbles*
Also, Otis really loves his bed. It's a little ridiculous. Last night is the first night in a long time that he didn't try to sleep with me at least part of the night. Of course, that could be because I have a tendency to roll over often during the night and at least in the cat bed he doesn't have to worry about that and I put it near the radiator. And he only left it this morning to wake me up, eat, and use the little box. All three times, it was right back into the bed.
I love that I am currently wearing all new clothes. New jeans, new shirt, new underwear, new bra that fits and doesn't have a broken strap and gives me something vaguely resembling cleavage. Also, my hair has reached that stage where it starts to curl at the tips. All things considered, I'm almost entirely happy with the way I look right now. (Except for my skin, but hell, that's always a problem area. I really have to find that stuff that was actually working. Hmm.)
Yes, I am procrastinating about writing. Why do you ask? *fidgets*
Also, Otis really loves his bed. It's a little ridiculous. Last night is the first night in a long time that he didn't try to sleep with me at least part of the night. Of course, that could be because I have a tendency to roll over often during the night and at least in the cat bed he doesn't have to worry about that and I put it near the radiator. And he only left it this morning to wake me up, eat, and use the little box. All three times, it was right back into the bed.
I love that I am currently wearing all new clothes. New jeans, new shirt, new underwear, new bra that fits and doesn't have a broken strap and gives me something vaguely resembling cleavage. Also, my hair has reached that stage where it starts to curl at the tips. All things considered, I'm almost entirely happy with the way I look right now. (Except for my skin, but hell, that's always a problem area. I really have to find that stuff that was actually working. Hmm.)
Yes, I am procrastinating about writing. Why do you ask? *fidgets*
I need someone to come to my house and shake me. Like, literally. Internet-shaking just isn't cutting it anymore.
I haven't written a damn thing since Saturday. And it's not like I don't have any story ideas to work with. I've got twenty in my file right now. I am just having the hardest time either writing on the stuff I've already gotten started or starting something new. I feel like there is a blank slate in my head and nobody's bothering to walk up and write anything on it.
Where are my creative monkeys, you guys? I think Jeff from Top Chef borrowed all of my creative monkeys and his creative monkeys riled them up and now they won't shut up and this is why we both have problems.
In related news, Bravo decided that instead of rerunning most of this season of TC like they do before a new episode, today they mostly played Millionaire Matchmaker. Quite frankly, I'd rather scrape my eyeballs with a fork.
Hell, maybe I'll play with my Faux!Wii. I couldn't justify spending all that money on a Wii when I need a new desktop or bills paid off more, but there was a fifty-dollar version at Dollar General that only have seven sports games on it and you can't get any more and the graphics look like NES-era cheese. In essence, it's crap by anyone else's standards but works just fine by mine. I'm hooked on the tennis already.
I haven't written a damn thing since Saturday. And it's not like I don't have any story ideas to work with. I've got twenty in my file right now. I am just having the hardest time either writing on the stuff I've already gotten started or starting something new. I feel like there is a blank slate in my head and nobody's bothering to walk up and write anything on it.
Where are my creative monkeys, you guys? I think Jeff from Top Chef borrowed all of my creative monkeys and his creative monkeys riled them up and now they won't shut up and this is why we both have problems.
In related news, Bravo decided that instead of rerunning most of this season of TC like they do before a new episode, today they mostly played Millionaire Matchmaker. Quite frankly, I'd rather scrape my eyeballs with a fork.
Hell, maybe I'll play with my Faux!Wii. I couldn't justify spending all that money on a Wii when I need a new desktop or bills paid off more, but there was a fifty-dollar version at Dollar General that only have seven sports games on it and you can't get any more and the graphics look like NES-era cheese. In essence, it's crap by anyone else's standards but works just fine by mine. I'm hooked on the tennis already.
I voted for Carla for Fan Favorite. And this current sort of cuteness is why.
*hearts*
EDIT: These boys are already slashy enough without Hosea making kissy-faces at Stefan and Stefan winking back. I've already got Stefan and Fabio pairing up in their talking-heads, for crying out loud.
*hearts*
EDIT: These boys are already slashy enough without Hosea making kissy-faces at Stefan and Stefan winking back. I've already got Stefan and Fabio pairing up in their talking-heads, for crying out loud.