Twilight zone explained

Sunday, November 06, 2005

Yes indeed. Apparently, Saturday was some sort of memorial day. I’ll never know why the dead would care about the living going to the store and buying food, you know so they can LIVE, on this day that apparently is for the dead - but I DO know that a lot of living people don’t mind taking a day off work just for the hell of it.

I’ve been on a kinda sorta sugar free diet lately. I’ve also had PMS from hell, even though it’s not that time of the month yet. I didn’t realize the two were connected before J pointed it out to me that I’ve been really hissy lately and he thought it might be because I wasn’t getting sugar. OF COURSE. Duh! It takes so very little for me to get propelled out of whatever state that is normal for me.

Actually, come to think of it, being PMSy is sort’ve my natural state. Evil evil sugar! (How I love thee)

There are 3 days till my 25th birthday. I AM NOT HAPPY! Birthdays quit being fun after turning 21. Seriously. I’ve found greys, people. GREY HAIRS! It should not be allowed, not until I turn 30 - at least! Should I dye it? That sucks too - I can’t really make it look much different. Black with a hint of red, or black with a hint of violet OR black with a hint of blue - wooo! Or I could bleach it so it’ll turn orange! I just love my options� NOT.

9 days after my birthday I’m going to Scotland. THAT makes G a happy girl. I was thinking of a few things to bring to my hostess, like “look at what Funland has to offer”, but I can’t come up with one single thing that we can buy here that cannot be bought in UK. THEY HAVE EVERYTHING, those bastards! I�m so envious. So, I’m going to have to think a little harder on this.

What would YOU want from Funland? And don’t say elk poop made into earrings (cause that could totally be arranged, and I’d hate myself for it!)

Femininity, The Bad, The friendlies

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It’s a girl thing

Tuesday, July 19, 2005

I got my post today - woo fucking hoo! Now a I have a new guilty pleasure in form of Nellie McKay. I love the way I’m able to latch on to new music these days. I used to be so fickle, but these days I can take almost anything. From what I’ve understood, we’re able to train ourselves to listen to all kinds of music, it’s just a matter of keep listening, and eventually you’ll learn to appreciate it.

I’ve been incredibly restless the past few days, and J has commented on it saying I “Must be having the egg thing” - meaning my ovulation. And sure enough, I checked out Cyclespage.com and tomorrow is supposed to be the most fertile days of the lot for me. I feel a bit naked, like I’ve been figured out. Maybe because he has.. How many guys know when their gals are ovulating?

Apart from ripping my music and shooting them eggs, I’ve got quite a lot of cleaning to do. I hate doing laundry, I HATE IT! It never ends. I’d be happy ever after if I could buy new socks and underwear each time I run out of clean ones. Same with bedsheets. Actually, I would like new bedsheets regardless, but fuck it, there are just too many other things on the list of wants and needs. If these sheets have survived since the 70’s, like they indeed look like they have, they can survive a few more years - that is my view on it anyway.

Femininity, The Good, The Ugly

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