I tried to clean it up but my s and w are still a little stiff.
Halp. Send n00dz.
Just putting this here in case I forget. I share, goddamnit.
What I do do (teehee) is scroll back about a week’s worth of tumblr to see what I’ve missed (omg congratulations Chris and Jocelyn, that’s effing awesome right there).
And I’ve been super proactive towards the whole moving thing (I’d better, only about a week to go) and another Big Project that’s been driving me nuts lately.
And I’ve lost weight! Without any dramatic measures, just eating healthy (and not quite as much). I really want to start trying on my motivation pants from a few years ago but I realise I may still have a few kilos to go.
I wish it was spring. I’ve had it up to here (you can’t see it but I’m pointing right between my eyes) with this snow and shit. At least the sun is coming back out, I love lurking in the darkness but getting shit done is so much easier in daylight.
This has been your scheduled update on ME.
13 Going On 30.
Pride and Prejudice
Wuthering heights ( or depths…whatevs).
Having trouble deciding between “Reversal of Fortune” and “Back to the Future.”
The Sweetest Thing
The creature from the black lagoon
40 year old Virgin (feels like it! lol!)
Batteries Not Included
Safety Not Guaranteed
This is why I’m angry a lot.
Sometimes I want to write really profound and for-dummies shit about privilege and sexism and all that.
Then I’m like, fuck you I don’t owe you an explanation about why I’m mad at you.
You’re a racist/sexist/otherwise hateful piece of shit.
Saying “I’m totally not sexist and I have never said or done anything remotely sexist in my life”.
If you are this person, I would like to explain something to you. You’re fucking clueless.
I bet you’re totally colour-blind too, you endearing fuck face, you.
Poem of the Day
Dubbed the “BEST CAT POEM EVER,” Spencer Madsen’s poem about his sad cat has been getting a lot of love on Tumblr and Twitter.
My dog needs a dog brother. I feel like I owe it to him.
It’s Wednesday, right?
In the last couple of days I’ve gone from “I should probably start thinking about moving” to “I’m moving in less than a month, I should probably start preparing for that”.
There was a power outage today. That very rarely happens. It could have been relaxing. No way to do anything productive, just have to sit down and… what? It was too dark to read and I didn’t want to open the fridge and let the cold slip out. It felt like I had been sitting in the dark for forever when the lights finally came back on, twenty minutes later.
I have Pinterest. I pay no attention to other people’s boards but it seems like a nice place to store the hair, makeup and interior design related ideas I see and like online. I pin a lot of interior shit. I was watching the Marina Abramovic documentary The Artist Is Present and had to stop in the middle of it to find pictures of her kitchen to pin. It was a cool kitchen. It was a really good documentary too.
I’m terrible at cooking for one. It seems so pointless.
I hate people who take over 24 hours to answer to business emails. Thanks, but I already took my business elsewhere.
I made a list of stuff to do in the next week (mostly moving related but other stuff too). They say making lists of small goals helps to make them achievable. I look at the list and feel slightly overwhelmed.
I feel slightly overwhelmed about a lot of things lately.
Make your own pulp cover.
Went for Rosie the Riveter, turned out more Carmen Miranda.
I am fine with this.