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Oct. 31st, 2002 07:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
blustockingHappy Halloween.
Happy Samhain.
WHY HELLO THERE TOO MUCH TIME ON MY FUCKING HANDS SO NOW I'VE STARTED A SELF-PITYING DOWNWARD SPIRAL.
The kind people at Out of The Closet let me go at 3:30pm today...they clocked me out at 7pm. They are pretty spiff. So on my way home, I decided to get the long-awaited (8 months?) hair-cut. It sucks, but what do you expect for $15. At least all of the split ends are gone, long gone, as I cut about 4 inches off. I kept hoping that cutting one more inch would help her INEPT BEAUTICIAN HANDS, but no. It's not that bad, but it's not great. Wee hoo. Who gives a fuck. I think I'll put blonde streaks in it tonight finally. Though I've been saying that for months. Perhaps the hack-job that is my hair will force me to finally do it. Why am I talking about this?
I just finished cleaning the kitchen somewhat, crazy cooped-up housewife style, yo. You know, when you clean, quickly and never stop moving around, keeping busy, multitasking. I should have been wearing an apron, twitching slightly, and drinking from a little glass of vodka and ice, holding a knife just a little too long perhaps.
Speaking of vodka...I feel like drinking.
But I won't. Not a good time to start that.
I made coffee in my French press. It's neat.
I'm wearing a large black and purple striped witch hat. It's comforting because I can hide under it's massive brim. Mayhaps I will stab a pumpkin later. Yesssss...disemboweling a gourd sounds nice.
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The previous was written earlier. It is now 1:24am.
I feel much better now.
:)
Here are some dumb pics.
The new ones are with the hat, you brain trusts. ;)
Wicka-wicka daou daou.
Happy Samhain.
WHY HELLO THERE TOO MUCH TIME ON MY FUCKING HANDS SO NOW I'VE STARTED A SELF-PITYING DOWNWARD SPIRAL.
The kind people at Out of The Closet let me go at 3:30pm today...they clocked me out at 7pm. They are pretty spiff. So on my way home, I decided to get the long-awaited (8 months?) hair-cut. It sucks, but what do you expect for $15. At least all of the split ends are gone, long gone, as I cut about 4 inches off. I kept hoping that cutting one more inch would help her INEPT BEAUTICIAN HANDS, but no. It's not that bad, but it's not great. Wee hoo. Who gives a fuck. I think I'll put blonde streaks in it tonight finally. Though I've been saying that for months. Perhaps the hack-job that is my hair will force me to finally do it. Why am I talking about this?
I just finished cleaning the kitchen somewhat, crazy cooped-up housewife style, yo. You know, when you clean, quickly and never stop moving around, keeping busy, multitasking. I should have been wearing an apron, twitching slightly, and drinking from a little glass of vodka and ice, holding a knife just a little too long perhaps.
Speaking of vodka...I feel like drinking.
But I won't. Not a good time to start that.
I made coffee in my French press. It's neat.
I'm wearing a large black and purple striped witch hat. It's comforting because I can hide under it's massive brim. Mayhaps I will stab a pumpkin later. Yesssss...disemboweling a gourd sounds nice.
____________
The previous was written earlier. It is now 1:24am.
I feel much better now.
:)
Here are some dumb pics.
The new ones are with the hat, you brain trusts. ;)
Wicka-wicka daou daou.
