There goes my pedicure.
2004-08-29 3:24 p.m.
I think I managed to break my second smallest toe on my left foot. I was putting my keys into my purse in the Safeway parking lot and managed to trip over one of those concrete parking curb things. I didn't think much of it at the time aside from Holy Crap That Hurt but this morning my toe is purple and it's kind of twisted in the wrong direction. Hmmm. I suppose I need to twist it back and tape it to the next toe.
Last night I hung out with a group of friends and drank red wine. It was a quiet pleasant evening. I could have partied on into the night but for some reason I wasn't feeling uber social and didn't want to bring down everyone else's night. I stayed up until four AM sketching and watching movies. I'm still in kind of an antisocial funk today. I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm even avoiding my imaginary friends.
0 People have tried to sell me ViagraWho's that girl?
2004-08-27 9:09 p.m.
Every time I walk past the mirror I freak out and think "Oh my God! Who is that chick in my house?!" Then I realize it's me. Yep, whacked the hair off. Cut about five inches off the length and dyed it brownish with blondeish highlights. The color makes my eyes pop and gives me an unead pallor. My hair doesn't hold color very well so I'll probably be a ditzy blonde again in a couple of months but it's still shocking. I'll post a pic tomorrow after I've had time to wash and style it myself. It's cute, just a bit different. I don't have all that fluffy Bridget Bardot hair to swing around anymore. I'm sleeker and more modern. I have the strongest urge to put on pearls, white gloves, take a valium and vacuume the house.
My brother just got his home phone replaced with an internet phone line from Vonage so he called me and I then used my new three way calling feature to call the parental unit and we had a chaotic full family phone conversation. Actually, it was incredibly fun. As it was 8:00pm on a Friday I'm sure wine was involved on each extension.
By the way, don't look up vondage.com on the internet, thinking that it's actually vonage.com. Otherwise you'll be bombarded with naked people doing nasty things to each other and not know how to get rid of all the annoying pop up windows. Zoinks.
3 People have tried to sell me ViagraIt's alive.
2004-08-27 12:25 p.m.
My coworkers sent me home yesterday after I started looking peaked and was threatening to throw up in my garbage can. I went home, took some migraine meds and lapsed into unconsciousness for a couple of hours. By eight I was feeling more human. Of course I had slept all afternoon so I was wide awake. I spent some time raking the leaves in the front yard and getting them ready for the recycling pick up. Then I washed the hardwood floors. You never realize how dirty they are until you clean them and see how beautiful they look. The cats love it when I wash the floors. It's like their own personal skating rink. They start running, hit the floor and slide across the room and into the walls. They think it's the funniest thing ever. Then I was up until two honing my drawing skills by trying to sketch Cowboy Bebop characters. I need to get a new scanner, the one I have now is about eight years old. I need something high quality and sleek. Like me. Yeah right.
I'm off to get my hair done. I'm thinking shorter, darker with some thick swing bangs. Picture later perhaps.
1 People have tried to sell me ViagraKill me now.
2004-08-26 11:36 a.m.
I�m at work but against my will and better judgment. I fought off a craptacular migraine last night and this morning. I�m feeling exhausted, drugged out and I want nothing more than to lie on my couch with an ice pack on my neck and a cat gently purring next to me. I hate those little blood vessels in my brain. You guys suck! ~waves fist at head~ I have too much work to do and not enough active brain cells to complete it. Plus I left my beloved iPod at home. Damn. Public radio isn�t the best thing for an aching head. I need soothing music, not angry political discussion.
1 People have tried to sell me ViagraA traditional Victorian education.
2004-08-25 9:30 a.m.
Last night in a fit of restlessness I ordered some books on drawing. I used to draw all the time. In fact my parents sent me one of my notebooks a couple of years ago which was filled with amusing, hilarious and embarrassing sketches that I did in high school. I doodle a lot when I�m in meetings or training sessions. I�m pretty good at drawing cartoon cats and funky cartoon girl heads but that�s where my talent stops. I really want the ability to draw comic bookesque figures, mostly to help storyboard novel ideas or make funky graphics for webdesign. Next step would be to learn Adobe Illustrator. Tres cool. Art/drawing has always been on my list of things I must learn soon along with: Latin, singing, dancing and playing some sort of instrument. Basically I want a traditional Victorian girl�s education.
Shelter.
2004-08-24 11:00 a.m.
The rains have descended upon Stumptown. It�s dark, cool and rather subdued. Things are slowly turning green in my yard. I really should go out into the rain and pull weeds, maybe plant some bulbs for next spring. If I get really ambitious I might be able to get a garlic crop in for next year. With September around the corner I feel the need to cozy up the house. Paint the walls in dark earthy colors. Pile the bed with rich fabrics that smell like roses and jasmine. Invite someone over, practice my seduction skills. Purr-ow. My hormones are completely out of control.
My Goth Name is Bitter Beauty. What�s yours?
9 People have tried to sell me ViagraFound poetry.
2004-08-23 8:44 p.m.
I found a poem tucked between the pages of "The Art of Courtly Love" by my bed. Normally my poetry sucks but I found this rather sweet if not a bit maudlin. I wish I could remember when it was written.
Not such a fool
To think
I'd never end
Up here again
I just wanted
A reprieve -
A few more seconds
To drown in your lips
Inhale your scent
And rest in the
Safe harbour
Of your arms.
Shoe fetish.
2004-08-23 8:39 p.m.
The last couple of days I've been cat sitting for a friend of mine. I went over tonight and measured out the food, refilled the water dishes and cleaned out the litter box. I was a little surprised to come back in the livingroom to find Taz making out passionately with my platform zoris. My right shoe is now covered in cat spit.
Enough about me.
2004-08-23 10:02 a.m.
Monday seems like a good day to get to know everybody. This is audience participation day at KFK central. So, please, tell me a little about yourself.
1) What�s your first name?
2) How did you get here?
3) Can you recommend some music for me?
4) What book are you currently reading?
5)What do you do for fun?