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Dec. 3rd, 2012 01:52 am
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In taking a break from one hand intensive project I merely moved laterally to another. My hair is be-yarned again. No crazy colors this time - I do, after all, start a new job next week, so we just went with flat black and called it a day. Honestly my hair has gotten so damn long at this point (pulled straight, it's hitting me squarely between the shoulder blades, wtf) that pretty soon I'll be able to forgo the yarn if I wanted to.

Still. It is beyond nice to look in the mirror and see... well. Myself again.
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Little less exhausted now, lol.

I started yesterday morning by sending [livejournal.com profile] cell23 off to his 24 hour D&D adventure with the usual suspects at the Fortress of Atramoria, then finished up both my hair and the second season of Luther. Mmmm, Idris Elba... *drool* I am no longer unkempt; my hair is now shot with threads of a glorious cherry cola fire type dye lot, though this time it was definitely a case of the color being pretty over the yarn being easy to work with. Lighter, softer yarn = smaller twists = more time. Ow, my hands. I really need to just stick to worsted weight, no matter how pretty the color.

Yes, I took a picture. I don't particularly like it, but hey it was taken at 2am after a fun but exhausting night, bite me. (The one on my facebook is better.)



Dear gods, I have a giant forehead. I think actually that qualifies as a sixhead, actually. Really need to stop yanking my hair back in between yarn stages I think. Also, my actual hair has gotten all kinds of long. I usually don't tie off the yarn until a half inch or so after my actual hair stops when doing this, and so now the twisty parts of my hair fall a bit past the shoulders now. I still can't wrap my mind around the idea of my hair actually growing without snapping off into split end hell around my chin, but I'll take it.

As an aside, if anyone out there (and this better be all of you) is a Muppet fan? Even if, like me, you hate Elmo with the passion of a thousand fiery suns, check out the Kevin Clash documentary on netflix, Being Elmo. It's great. You may even cry.

After hurr was done, I met up with [livejournal.com profile] aersi for skirt shopping adventures, which were fairly short in the end because I found a perfectly fluttery, too-short skirt for burlesque at Goodwill, which was the first place we stopped. I found a more respectable work/interview skirt as well. I'm weirdly elated that from the waist down I'm still comfortably fitting into L sizes. There are limits as to how tiny I can get and still retain my sanity, plus I LIKE having a booty, thank you! After that we hit up Old Navy and then went to McD's to indulge a mutual mcnugget and shake craving and also so [livejournal.com profile] aersi could get herself the My Little Pony happy meal toys. I swear, pony fandom has completely eaten my friends list, lol. (It is an adorable cartoon for the most part.) We also drove up into the wilds of Deerfield in search of the Bridal Barn*, since they also carry my dress brand and I wanted to comparison shop. Fleh, $200 more. Course, 200 more vs driving all the way ass down to CT. *whine* decisions. Oh well. It wasn't an entirely unfruitful trip - I now have a business card with swatches of my wedding colors stapled to it, and [livejournal.com profile] aersi and I spent about half an hour alternately squeeing, giggling, and recoiling at various tuxedo styles. Man, I tell you what, Western tux styles. Yeah, I got nothin'.**

Caught a nap, overslept, then hauled somewhat scantily clad ass to Northampton to kitten/"whore" at Bon Appetit Burlesque, which was just as much if not more fun than just attending the show. Basically the MC, Hors D'oeuvres‡ has "Hors Whores" that set up props for each performer and clean up the stage between acts as well as occasionally help the performers out if they need it while they're on stage. Backstage? It's pretty much stage managing, which I haven't done since high school drama and wellp, I found out that I actually miss the backstage theater running around shit. (There are reasons why Noises Off is one of my favorite plays.)

While running around in extremely impractical boots (yes the same ones I posted earlier - dear gods, my feet today!) I got to fangirl squee all over my favorite performers, including Dot Mitzvah and Nikki LeVillain, help out with a couple of acts, buy drinks for Hors, and freak out all over the cue and stage setup books. At the same time, while most of the squirekids were either held up at home due to Sunday work commitments‡‡ or the 24 hour D&D session†, this was one of those shows where I saw a crapton of people I don't usually see, so there were drinks bought for me by [livejournal.com profile] grinninfoole, squee and hugs from Hobiecat Kitzmiller, and best of all, a completely unexpected appearance by The Cute Girl. (leather jacket? fishnets? yes please!)†† I also made a little bit of money - didn't realize kittens got a cut of the tip buckets, so that was a bonus. I helped run around and clean up after the show and drove home, enjoying the now-rare luxury of a nearly deserted I91 and some good music on the radio.

I overslept a bit again this morning and had to rocket out the door to make bell rehearsal on time. We sounded good, even if I picked up the wrong bell right at the end of our piece (D'oh!) and then I came home and crawled back into bed with an unconscious [livejournal.com profile] cell23, where we slept in until 3 instead of doing the running around we'd planned. *womp womp* Oh well. Sometimes decadently lazy Sundays are needed.

tl;dr, it's been something of an excellent weekend. And WTF 6:30 and still being daylight out? This better not mean it's pitch black at 6am again, damn it...


* which I unfortunately conflate in my head with the Bedding Barn. That makes interesting imagery, let me tell you.

** Also zoot suit styles. You know, in case your ideal wedding is a recreation of the Smooth Criminal video, in which case I say your wedding is invalid unless you can get your entire party to do this.

‡ Pronounced kind of like if you were saying "Whores Divorce" in a very snooty Park Avenue accent.

‡‡ Though consider, one of the guys from Sirlesque not only had to drive back to Boston after the show (and I know they didn't hit the road until a bit after midnight), he had to be at work at 5am the following morning. That is some dedication to the craft for you.

† I may have to sit down and compile a post of tweets from that - they were wheeze inducing, especially starting around hour 13.

†† *shifty eyes* we may have a date to see The Artist on Wednesday night. Eeeep! Also I need to find more footnote symbols. Or just number the damn things next time.
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Thanks for your responses w/r/t the whole headache thing. Thankfully shortly after I posted, the pain began to fade for good. At least the pulsy throbby part. As of right now, I'm still residually sore in my left upper jaw and feeling some pressure in the sinuses, so I'm definitely getting some Sudafed up in me later on today when I can escape the store for lunch. Considering I blew a 2 inch radioactive-yellow slug out of my nose this morning, I'm thinking clogged sinuses plus strange weather up in the northeast is the likely culprit.

Again, I don't envy you folks that contend with this shit more regularly. This sucks.

I got back to the Valley safe and sound last night, got picked up from the bus by the Manbeast (yay), and spent the rest of the evening parked on the couch trying to make up with the cat for leaving her FOREVER and snarking the Oscars on Twitter. Not really sure why I even turned them on, because it's not like I was particularly interested in the outcomes, none of which were particularly surprising, but I was glad I got to appreciate Octavia Spenser's tearful acceptance speech and Viola Davis' natural-haired fierceness. (Special mention for Chris Rock's nicely slicked back 'fro and hilarious bit regarding animation, and my GOD Esperanza Spaulding's froliciousness deserved an Oscar all by itself. It was a good night for natural black hair.) Eh, whatevs, participatory culture. After all that some quality Manbeast time was had and I of course got to sleep way too late for a 6:30 am alarm. Such is adult life.
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I would watch this based on the epicness of the hair alone. It's like having a family of Ygrittes crossed with Kidzilla by way of an electrical socket.
anagramofbrat: (whip my hair)
It occurs to me that I haven't done a LOOKIT MAI HURRRR post since PAXEast. Wait... has it been since PAX that I've had it done even? There's a scary thought... Anyway.



Figured it's muted enough to be work safe and fall color-y enough for September. And there's that bizarre sort of weirdness with my hair wherein I actually recognize myself in the mirror as opposed to when it's not braided. Considering I'm having a lot of trouble lately resolving what I see in the mirror with how I think I look, this helps. A lot.
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and a little less wild )

No, there will not be youtube of me whipping it back and forth.
anagramofbrat: (in living color)


and a little less wild )

No, there will not be youtube of me whipping it back and forth.
anagramofbrat: (yay jesus)
You guys, it looks like an entire box of Crayola crayons just exploded onto my head, and yes I mean that in a very very good way. And yes, there will be pictures, I promise. Really my one problem is that there might not be ENOUGH color radiating out of my head what with the long skinny microbraids and since I intend on wearing it in two very high pigtails for pax, I may be up Thursday or Friday night snipping out additional yarn to make into falls for the day. Or I might just decide fuck it. Whatever it looks amazing... and thank heavens I have a neverending supply of black/dark clothing - anything brighter than maroon is gonna clash horribly with this, lol.

I finished rewatching season 1 of Buffy while yarning up last night. (Can we say all hail the Netflix gods?) This is only my second time through the series, so this is the go-round in which I get to appreciate how far in advance Joss Whedon set up some of the key events later on, cause damn, foreshadowing a go-go. Also I'm kind of impressed by how well the series has held up after 14 years, The effects are starting to show their age, but everything else is still really engaging and watchable. And as usual when watching an older series, I'm O_o by how young everyone (David Boreanaz in particular) looks. You kinda want to run up to all the Scoobies and pinch their cheeks. Thanks to the glory of Netflix, it should be much easier to watch Buffy and Angel concurrently this time around seeing as I won't have the issue of having to maneuver between DVD sets. Ah the wonders of modern technology.

[livejournal.com profile] cell23 needs to leave stuff in the crock pot more. By 5pm the house smelled wonderful and dinner was rather horrendously delicious. Also I need to take a crack at making stew sometime soon.

Today: work, to-do list, cleaning, bells, not killing the cat for being a dickbutt. Not in that order.

What are people giving up/working on for Lent? I'm not doing it this year mostly cause I didn't think about it.
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You guys, it looks like an entire box of Crayola crayons just exploded onto my head, and yes I mean that in a very very good way. And yes, there will be pictures, I promise. Really my one problem is that there might not be ENOUGH color radiating out of my head what with the long skinny microbraids and since I intend on wearing it in two very high pigtails for pax, I may be up Thursday or Friday night snipping out additional yarn to make into falls for the day. Or I might just decide fuck it. Whatever it looks amazing... and thank heavens I have a neverending supply of black/dark clothing - anything brighter than maroon is gonna clash horribly with this, lol.

I finished rewatching season 1 of Buffy while yarning up last night. (Can we say all hail the Netflix gods?) This is only my second time through the series, so this is the go-round in which I get to appreciate how far in advance Joss Whedon set up some of the key events later on, cause damn, foreshadowing a go-go. Also I'm kind of impressed by how well the series has held up after 14 years, The effects are starting to show their age, but everything else is still really engaging and watchable. And as usual when watching an older series, I'm O_o by how young everyone (David Boreanaz in particular) looks. You kinda want to run up to all the Scoobies and pinch their cheeks. Thanks to the glory of Netflix, it should be much easier to watch Buffy and Angel concurrently this time around seeing as I won't have the issue of having to maneuver between DVD sets. Ah the wonders of modern technology.

[livejournal.com profile] cell23 needs to leave stuff in the crock pot more. By 5pm the house smelled wonderful and dinner was rather horrendously delicious. Also I need to take a crack at making stew sometime soon.

Today: work, to-do list, cleaning, bells, not killing the cat for being a dickbutt. Not in that order.

What are people giving up/working on for Lent? I'm not doing it this year mostly cause I didn't think about it.

It begins

Mar. 8th, 2011 02:46 pm
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So in between to-do list items...



I may have amped the saturation a little. But only a little. It really is that crazy bright.

If it looks that insanely awesome 1/3 of the way through I can't even imagine what rainbow brite/my little pony birthed abomination of awesome is going to crown my head by the time I'm done.

It begins

Mar. 8th, 2011 02:46 pm
anagramofbrat: (whip my hair)
So in between to-do list items...



I may have amped the saturation a little. But only a little. It really is that crazy bright.

If it looks that insanely awesome 1/3 of the way through I can't even imagine what rainbow brite/my little pony birthed abomination of awesome is going to crown my head by the time I'm done.

YES.

Mar. 6th, 2011 04:16 pm
anagramofbrat: (whip my hair)


This is going in my hair for PaxEast. Double fucking rainbow, bitches.

Seriously, I'm excited about this. I haven't gone full on rainbow since high school.

YES.

Mar. 6th, 2011 04:16 pm
anagramofbrat: (whip my hair)


This is going in my hair for PaxEast. Double fucking rainbow, bitches.

Seriously, I'm excited about this. I haven't gone full on rainbow since high school.
anagramofbrat: (whip my hair)
So after pulling out the yarn last week sometime, my hair has been in varying stages of ringlets, curly fro and Sideshow Bob because I've mostly been acting like I still have braids in or dreads - that is, not really bothering to brush it. I'd been plopping on a hat or been like fuck it if I have to leave the house. Considering it tends to fall in a reasonably face flattering shape by itself I didn't see too much point in doing much else.

This afternoon in an effort to stave off a panic attack (don't ask, bad morning), I broke out the pink lotion, brush and hair dryer. My house smells like like a Dominican beauty parlor, but my hair's blown out for the first time in months. It's apparently been growing like a goddamn motherfucker the past year, as it's gone from right about my ears from when I hacked off the dreds last January to below shoulder length in the back. It seriously hasn't been this long by itself since college, so I'm all O_o wtf. The only thing I can think of to explain it is I haven't been under the same kind of constant nerve-snapping emotional stress* since moving into 21, so my hair's breaking less at the ends. Course it has also been almost constantly in yarn, so it's had less opportunity. Still, I'm not knocking it. Considering I don't really plan on doing anything all that different with it in the foreseeable future than I have been and have no plans to cut it I'm rather curious as to how long it intends to get if I leave it the hell alone... be kinda nice to have an elbow length fro again. :)

* other sorts of stress, maybe, but even that's been comparatively intermittent.
anagramofbrat: (whip my hair)
So after pulling out the yarn last week sometime, my hair has been in varying stages of ringlets, curly fro and Sideshow Bob because I've mostly been acting like I still have braids in or dreads - that is, not really bothering to brush it. I'd been plopping on a hat or been like fuck it if I have to leave the house. Considering it tends to fall in a reasonably face flattering shape by itself I didn't see too much point in doing much else.

This afternoon in an effort to stave off a panic attack (don't ask, bad morning), I broke out the pink lotion, brush and hair dryer. My house smells like like a Dominican beauty parlor, but my hair's blown out for the first time in months. It's apparently been growing like a goddamn motherfucker the past year, as it's gone from right about my ears from when I hacked off the dreds last January to below shoulder length in the back. It seriously hasn't been this long by itself since college, so I'm all O_o wtf. The only thing I can think of to explain it is I haven't been under the same kind of constant nerve-snapping emotional stress* since moving into 21, so my hair's breaking less at the ends. Course it has also been almost constantly in yarn, so it's had less opportunity. Still, I'm not knocking it. Considering I don't really plan on doing anything all that different with it in the foreseeable future than I have been and have no plans to cut it I'm rather curious as to how long it intends to get if I leave it the hell alone... be kinda nice to have an elbow length fro again. :)

* other sorts of stress, maybe, but even that's been comparatively intermittent.
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Wellp, my hair is whippable again. It is resplendent in cherry cola yarn, which meant I had to sit through a lot of Netflix to get it done.

I started with finishing up the episode of MST3K I'd started the day before, which was The Beast of Yucca Flats. It was a fucking terrible movie and a mediocre at best episode, but it does contain my favorite ending in the entire series, where Dr. Forrester turns to TV's Frank and very gravely says "Frank... I'm going to start slapping you now, and I may never stop." Frank, also very gravely, simply replies: "Let the healing process begin." The screen fades to black and the credits roll, with the usual Love Theme punctuated at regular intervals with the sounds of vigorous slapping.

I admit, I giggled uproariously through the whole sequence. Which is exactly the same reaction I had on multiple occasions watching the tape of this episode at home and with my friends on free period in the UNIS Media Lab, because we were media techs and we could watch whatever the fuck we wanted on the the editing decks during lunch if no one was using them. Generally I brought in tapes of MST3K so we'd have something to watch other than Urotsukidoji: Legend of the Overfiend.

Yeah, my high school was fun/fucked up, shut up.

I rewatched Amelie and Chicago afterward (eee!), and then decided I should watch something I'd never seen next, so I settled on Whatever Happened to Baby Jane? Um, wow. Ain't no crazy like old lady crazy (cause old lady crazy don't stop), I tell you that. Like someone on my twitter feed remarked, it's like Psycho for the estrogen replacement set. So. True.

I would have watched a 4th movie, but got sidetracked by my neighbor needing a couple hours to vent some serious drama. Eh, the hair got done and I was sick of staring at a screen anyway.


In book news, I finished Fevre Dream, by George R. R. Martin, which turned out to be surprisingly enjoyable considering I and the rest of the waking world is pretty well sick of vampire novels. Apparently combining them with steamboats makes them okay again, who knew. I'm currently on Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell, which I was warned I was going to either hate, find incredibly dull/boring/dry, or just not have the patience for, seeing as it's roughly the size of a cinderblock. Instead I rather find myself enjoying it quite a bit so far. Yeah, it's dry and requires a bit of patience, but no more than what's necessary to get through and enjoy a 19th century lit class, which I have on more than one occasion. So nyeh.

One bit made me actually laugh out loud though:

It has been remarked (by a lady infinitely cleverer than the present author) how kindly disposed the world in general feels to young people who either die or marry. Imagine then the interest that surrounded Miss Wintertowne! No young lady ever had such advantages before: for she died upon the Tuesday, was raised to life in the early hours of Wednesday morning, and was married upon the Thursday; which some people thought too much excitement for one week.


Makes me wonder if Ms. Maclean's read this one - seems the sort of thing she'd enjoy.


Half dreading tomorrow. Today, rather, since it's after midnight. It's sort of the first day of Back to Life, Back to Reality, Back to the Here and Now after the holidays, and I've got a long hard year ahead. But I have some goals to work towards, just need to start working on them and not let myself stop whatever comes up along the way. Easy right? hahahaha. Yeah. About that. But seriously. 2011? Scott Pilgrim Andee Browne Gets It Together. Least that's what I'm going for.

Anyway, my arms are sore from braiding all damn day so shower and bed for me. Later, Interbutts.
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Wellp, my hair is whippable again. It is resplendent in cherry cola yarn, which meant I had to sit through a lot of Netflix to get it done.

I started with finishing up the episode of MST3K I'd started the day before, which was The Beast of Yucca Flats. It was a fucking terrible movie and a mediocre at best episode, but it does contain my favorite ending in the entire series, where Dr. Forrester turns to TV's Frank and very gravely says "Frank... I'm going to start slapping you now, and I may never stop." Frank, also very gravely, simply replies: "Let the healing process begin." The screen fades to black and the credits roll, with the usual Love Theme punctuated at regular intervals with the sounds of vigorous slapping.

I admit, I giggled uproariously through the whole sequence. Which is exactly the same reaction I had on multiple occasions watching the tape of this episode at home and with my friends on free period in the UNIS Media Lab, because we were media techs and we could watch whatever the fuck we wanted on the the editing decks during lunch if no one was using them. Generally I brought in tapes of MST3K so we'd have something to watch other than Urotsukidoji: Legend of the Overfiend.

Yeah, my high school was fun/fucked up, shut up.

I rewatched Amelie and Chicago afterward (eee!), and then decided I should watch something I'd never seen next, so I settled on Whatever Happened to Baby Jane? Um, wow. Ain't no crazy like old lady crazy (cause old lady crazy don't stop), I tell you that. Like someone on my twitter feed remarked, it's like Psycho for the estrogen replacement set. So. True.

I would have watched a 4th movie, but got sidetracked by my neighbor needing a couple hours to vent some serious drama. Eh, the hair got done and I was sick of staring at a screen anyway.


In book news, I finished Fevre Dream, by George R. R. Martin, which turned out to be surprisingly enjoyable considering I and the rest of the waking world is pretty well sick of vampire novels. Apparently combining them with steamboats makes them okay again, who knew. I'm currently on Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell, which I was warned I was going to either hate, find incredibly dull/boring/dry, or just not have the patience for, seeing as it's roughly the size of a cinderblock. Instead I rather find myself enjoying it quite a bit so far. Yeah, it's dry and requires a bit of patience, but no more than what's necessary to get through and enjoy a 19th century lit class, which I have on more than one occasion. So nyeh.

One bit made me actually laugh out loud though:

It has been remarked (by a lady infinitely cleverer than the present author) how kindly disposed the world in general feels to young people who either die or marry. Imagine then the interest that surrounded Miss Wintertowne! No young lady ever had such advantages before: for she died upon the Tuesday, was raised to life in the early hours of Wednesday morning, and was married upon the Thursday; which some people thought too much excitement for one week.


Makes me wonder if Ms. Maclean's read this one - seems the sort of thing she'd enjoy.


Half dreading tomorrow. Today, rather, since it's after midnight. It's sort of the first day of Back to Life, Back to Reality, Back to the Here and Now after the holidays, and I've got a long hard year ahead. But I have some goals to work towards, just need to start working on them and not let myself stop whatever comes up along the way. Easy right? hahahaha. Yeah. About that. But seriously. 2011? Scott Pilgrim Andee Browne Gets It Together. Least that's what I'm going for.

Anyway, my arms are sore from braiding all damn day so shower and bed for me. Later, Interbutts.

NYE roundup

Jan. 1st, 2011 11:59 am
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Just briefly:

[livejournal.com profile] avalon616 throws an excellent party. :) Also, [livejournal.com profile] omgwtfaninja and [livejournal.com profile] bloodandsmoke should just hang around in togas all the damn time, they look scarily good in them.

No major aftereffects to be had, I think I had all of one drink due to my intestines crying havoc and letting slip the dogs of... I could continue with that metaphor, but it's gonna go somewhere gross. Nonetheless, it was good to see everyone in one room, the ball dropped, I got kissed at midnight (and again at 1, which was midnight somewhere, right?)... I'd say New Years was a success.

New Years Day sees me up and procrastinating hard from cleaning up the kitchen (I started, but it's pretty daunting, as [livejournal.com profile] cell23 made stuffed dates and hot wings for the party and thus the place looks like a bomb went off. D:) and other housecleaning stuff. Eeegh, starting the year with procrastination, this is not a good sign. Also the other big to-dos are some major hair stuff (involving conditioner and yarn, since I got a new skein yesterday. "Cherry Cola." Hmm. Appropriate.), a good portion of which will involve plopping myself on my couch and knocking a few things off my netflix queue. Company is welcome for that. Also some work and projecty stuff.

I have resolutions, though when asked last night they all flew out of my head. Mostly they can be summed up by the wisdom of a certain dog:



Also see dedicating a lot less time and brainspace to the Internet, certain people that shall not be named, drama and bullshit.

Eggs though. Girl has to have one stupid internet indulgence.

Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! ~~ Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today!

Anyway. Off to do things.

NYE roundup

Jan. 1st, 2011 11:59 am
anagramofbrat: (Default)
Just briefly:

[livejournal.com profile] avalon616 throws an excellent party. :) Also, [livejournal.com profile] omgwtfaninja and [livejournal.com profile] bloodandsmoke should just hang around in togas all the damn time, they look scarily good in them.

No major aftereffects to be had, I think I had all of one drink due to my intestines crying havoc and letting slip the dogs of... I could continue with that metaphor, but it's gonna go somewhere gross. Nonetheless, it was good to see everyone in one room, the ball dropped, I got kissed at midnight (and again at 1, which was midnight somewhere, right?)... I'd say New Years was a success.

New Years Day sees me up and procrastinating hard from cleaning up the kitchen (I started, but it's pretty daunting, as [livejournal.com profile] cell23 made stuffed dates and hot wings for the party and thus the place looks like a bomb went off. D:) and other housecleaning stuff. Eeegh, starting the year with procrastination, this is not a good sign. Also the other big to-dos are some major hair stuff (involving conditioner and yarn, since I got a new skein yesterday. "Cherry Cola." Hmm. Appropriate.), a good portion of which will involve plopping myself on my couch and knocking a few things off my netflix queue. Company is welcome for that. Also some work and projecty stuff.

I have resolutions, though when asked last night they all flew out of my head. Mostly they can be summed up by the wisdom of a certain dog:



Also see dedicating a lot less time and brainspace to the Internet, certain people that shall not be named, drama and bullshit.

Eggs though. Girl has to have one stupid internet indulgence.

Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! ~~ Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today!

Anyway. Off to do things.
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A public service announcement to everyone dating Black women:

Never ever ever EVER get our hair wet without permission. Not even in the shower. Trust me, we have gotten the art of showering without dampening the hair down to a SCIENCE. So just because I'm standing in the shower covered in soap? THE HAIR BE DRY. UNTIL YOUR ASS DECIDED TO DROP COLD WATER ON MY HEAD THAT IS.

Consequences include dick punching, all of today's chores and other acts of violence.

Excuse me, I have to dig [livejournal.com profile] cell23's shovel out of his car so I can bury his dumb corpse.

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