night of the hummingbirds

I got up an hour ago, and my hair is still all poking up out of the night braid. That means it's Saturday. Diet Coke + two Excedrin = Breakfast of Champions.

I sleep on my side, and Eugenia will drape herself over my hip and purr until I wake up. Pushkin is following me around and squeaking. He is currently hemorrhaging on the floor because I won't get down there and rub his tummy. For the fifth time. In an hour.

I should try to clean up downstairs today, but it is hell, and I am lazy. My room is almost done, and the living room is okay, and now I'm not motivated. If it were sunny, I would go walk around the lake, but it is not, and I am lazy. I should probably call my (one girl) friend and see if she's alive and wants to do anything, because she is lonely and her husband is an asshole, but I am a horrible, horrible person and ALSO I AM LAZY. I had a great conversation with Spook Thursday night about how dealing with people all day long at our big-girl jobs takes everything we've got and leaves absolutely nothing left over for social interaction. I guess it's genetic.

Today I will boot up Ada and get the files off it that I didn't do two years ago when Lucretia came. There's a 60-40 chance this will only upset me. I have to drag up one of the old monitors from the garage because all we have up here are the weird new connectors. I just lost all my geek cred because I don't remember what they're called.

CAN HAS

(10:35:54) kitsplut: http://www.gadgetreviewblog.com/2007/09/23/hello-kitty-epson-laptop-computer/
(10:37:00) Cronrus: I think I threw up a little when I saw the freaking casing was pink.
(10:37:17) kitsplut: HEE HEE HEE HEE

niji no you ni

WHY DOES EVERYONE WANT ME TO PAINT MY WALLS. They think it needs "color." Girls with chronic blunted affect like eggshell white; it requires very little of me on a daily basis.

what recession

I just bought a $40 wastebasket for my new bathroom.

I don't know if it makes it any better that I also spent $$$$$ for low-flow showerheads and many, many CFL light bulbs.

down to the river and float on home

P.S. I love you I did not put my cat in a bong. I hate Nebraska.

hello kitty has no mouth

Dear new neighbors,

I did not hide from the doorbell because you are black. I hid from the doorbell because ever since I was old enough to be left alone I have refused to answer the door if no one else is home and will lock myself behind as many doors as possible and put my face in a corner until the invaders have retreated. I think you saw me peeking out of my bedroom window as you walked back to your house and hope that you don't hate me like I hate our mutual neighbor who didn't offer to let me use her snowblower when I was shoveling seven inches of snow out of my driveway without gloves on Saturday for the movers. I really do appreciate your effort to inform me that the garage door was up and will leave flowers on your doorstep or bury tiger eye under your mailbox or express my feeling in some other semiautistic fashion as I am wont.

Sincerely,

Tiny Damaged Notion in 3148

sometimes I don't wanna shine

I always decide that after ten o'clock at night is the time to dance madly around the living room for an hour . Mostly because that is when I remember I need to download my forty mp3s before the eMusic account rolls into the next month. I have found more weird indie stuff in the last year than I ever discovered in college, which is ideal as I was not yet developed enough to appreciate it at the time. Regardless, I have been playing all my Beatles and Wings records in succession, because I'm regressing and growing my winter coat. I maintain that Back to the Egg is sorely underappreciated, and Press to Play is weirder than it sounds first time around.

We saw the Trans-Siberian Orchestra last weekend. It was very loud. I liked the parts with fire. I was my magical kind of non-alcoholic hungover so not in the best place for that kind of thing. I was handing out double handfuls of candy to eight hundred poorly-costumed little kids at Annie's house the night before. Several of them held out two separate bags, which I did not understand, but I filled them up anyway. Then I had to go see a band just to prove I wasn't afraid of any of them, and now I never have to go again. Which is good, because my dear friend the singer was trying to take pictures down my shirt. I already gave that one a bruise on his shoulder that lasted three months; I will have no qualms about breaking a bone.

This is the first presidential election I've been able to vote in where my candidate won. I suppose I should rejoice but doubt the world will change magically in four years. I guess I don't have to worry about expatriating immediately, but I think I'll get my passport renewed anyway.

It's been a really long day. I woke up to find Pushkin slinking around the apartment with my toothbrush stuck through his collar, and it's all kind of been like that. I think tonight is Friday because I did laundry and used the mud mask. That was a lack of foresight on my part. I'm supposed to go out with them after work because it's someone's birthday. I have got to quit being social. It isn't really expensive, since all I drink is diet Coke, but it makes me tired and burns brain cells.

I was born a unicorn, I could have sworn you believed in me, then how come all the other unicorns are dead?