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Nov. 17th, 2010
Awake is not a good thing right now
Nov. 17th, 2010 08:11 amwell before I get into complaining in earnest, HAPPY BIRTHDAY ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rhipowered ZOMG.
In squeeful news I'm pleased to report that once again my hair is properly fortified with sweater guts. Nothing crazy this time - I just went with flat black, which looks... interesting. First of all it does rather underscore that my natural hair color is nowhere near black itself, so it looks kinda weird/cool. Also I look like a huge ass goth because I cut it super long and the ends trail to my lower back. The effect is very Morticia, if she were plump and black anyway. This, I might add, is in no way a complaint, but I do feel like I need to be in the corner listening to Covenant and writing bad poetry about graveyards and how I could outangst Morrissey. While standing in said graveyard. With a bucket of eyeliner. In the rain. And whipping my now awesome hair back and forth. I really am kind of appalled by how that song's grown on me, fungus-like. I think it's because black girl headbanging is a completely different beast from all other headbanging and I kinda like the fact that there's a song about it, annoyingly overproduced as it is.
In complainy news, I got absolutely no sleep last night. There were two interlocking reasons for this involving a head to toe bout of SUPREME ITCHY and an anxiety attack. Far as I can tell I'm either having an allergic reaction to something or an eczema flareup. Thinking maybe the latter, though if that's so that's annoying - I haven't had one of those in four years or so. Worrying about that, scratching, and worrying about the usual shit (which is somehow ever so much worse when you're tired and staring at the ceiling for hours) made for an uncomfortable, completely sleepless night, which I'm supremely peeved about considering I actually finished my hair at a reasonable hour. (We'll ignore the fact that reasonable = around 1:30 am). UGH. I finally crawled back into bed around 6, completely forgetting I'd offered to shuttlecell23 back from dropping River off for her oil change this morning, so I got back up to do that after half an hourish. Two point five cups of coffee and still ragingly itchy later, I think sleep's a lost cause. Ah well. Hanzo needed the walkies anyway.*sigh* Gods I miss my car. Was good to take him out for a bit, even just for like 10 minutes.
Wellp, I'm awake, might as well fire up last night's Sons of Anarchy and get something productive done.
rhipowered ZOMG.In squeeful news I'm pleased to report that once again my hair is properly fortified with sweater guts. Nothing crazy this time - I just went with flat black, which looks... interesting. First of all it does rather underscore that my natural hair color is nowhere near black itself, so it looks kinda weird/cool. Also I look like a huge ass goth because I cut it super long and the ends trail to my lower back. The effect is very Morticia, if she were plump and black anyway. This, I might add, is in no way a complaint, but I do feel like I need to be in the corner listening to Covenant and writing bad poetry about graveyards and how I could outangst Morrissey. While standing in said graveyard. With a bucket of eyeliner. In the rain. And whipping my now awesome hair back and forth. I really am kind of appalled by how that song's grown on me, fungus-like. I think it's because black girl headbanging is a completely different beast from all other headbanging and I kinda like the fact that there's a song about it, annoyingly overproduced as it is.
In complainy news, I got absolutely no sleep last night. There were two interlocking reasons for this involving a head to toe bout of SUPREME ITCHY and an anxiety attack. Far as I can tell I'm either having an allergic reaction to something or an eczema flareup. Thinking maybe the latter, though if that's so that's annoying - I haven't had one of those in four years or so. Worrying about that, scratching, and worrying about the usual shit (which is somehow ever so much worse when you're tired and staring at the ceiling for hours) made for an uncomfortable, completely sleepless night, which I'm supremely peeved about considering I actually finished my hair at a reasonable hour. (We'll ignore the fact that reasonable = around 1:30 am). UGH. I finally crawled back into bed around 6, completely forgetting I'd offered to shuttle
cell23 back from dropping River off for her oil change this morning, so I got back up to do that after half an hourish. Two point five cups of coffee and still ragingly itchy later, I think sleep's a lost cause. Ah well. Hanzo needed the walkies anyway.*sigh* Gods I miss my car. Was good to take him out for a bit, even just for like 10 minutes.Wellp, I'm awake, might as well fire up last night's Sons of Anarchy and get something productive done.
Awake is not a good thing right now
Nov. 17th, 2010 08:11 amwell before I get into complaining in earnest, HAPPY BIRTHDAY rhipowered ZOMG.
In squeeful news I'm pleased to report that once again my hair is properly fortified with sweater guts. Nothing crazy this time - I just went with flat black, which looks... interesting. First of all it does rather underscore that my natural hair color is nowhere near black itself, so it looks kinda weird/cool. Also I look like a huge ass goth because I cut it super long and the ends trail to my lower back. The effect is very Morticia, if she were plump and black anyway. This, I might add, is in no way a complaint, but I do feel like I need to be in the corner listening to Covenant and writing bad poetry about graveyards and how I could outangst Morrissey. While standing in said graveyard. With a bucket of eyeliner. In the rain. And whipping my now awesome hair back and forth. I really am kind of appalled by how that song's grown on me, fungus-like. I think it's because black girl headbanging is a completely different beast from all other headbanging and I kinda like the fact that there's a song about it, annoyingly overproduced as it is.
In complainy news, I got absolutely no sleep last night. There were two interlocking reasons for this involving a head to toe bout of SUPREME ITCHY and an anxiety attack. Far as I can tell I'm either having an allergic reaction to something or an eczema flareup. Thinking maybe the latter, though if that's so that's annoying - I haven't had one of those in four years or so. Worrying about that, scratching, and worrying about the usual shit (which is somehow ever so much worse when you're tired and staring at the ceiling for hours) made for an uncomfortable, completely sleepless night, which I'm supremely peeved about considering I actually finished my hair at a reasonable hour. (We'll ignore the fact that reasonable = around 1:30 am). UGH. I finally crawled back into bed around 6, completely forgetting I'd offered to shuttlecell23 back from dropping River off for her oil change this morning, so I got back up to do that after half an hourish. Two point five cups of coffee and still ragingly itchy later, I think sleep's a lost cause. Ah well. Hanzo needed the walkies anyway.*sigh* Gods I miss my car. Was good to take him out for a bit, even just for like 10 minutes.
Wellp, I'm awake, might as well fire up last night's Sons of Anarchy and get something productive done.
rhipowered ZOMG.In squeeful news I'm pleased to report that once again my hair is properly fortified with sweater guts. Nothing crazy this time - I just went with flat black, which looks... interesting. First of all it does rather underscore that my natural hair color is nowhere near black itself, so it looks kinda weird/cool. Also I look like a huge ass goth because I cut it super long and the ends trail to my lower back. The effect is very Morticia, if she were plump and black anyway. This, I might add, is in no way a complaint, but I do feel like I need to be in the corner listening to Covenant and writing bad poetry about graveyards and how I could outangst Morrissey. While standing in said graveyard. With a bucket of eyeliner. In the rain. And whipping my now awesome hair back and forth. I really am kind of appalled by how that song's grown on me, fungus-like. I think it's because black girl headbanging is a completely different beast from all other headbanging and I kinda like the fact that there's a song about it, annoyingly overproduced as it is.
In complainy news, I got absolutely no sleep last night. There were two interlocking reasons for this involving a head to toe bout of SUPREME ITCHY and an anxiety attack. Far as I can tell I'm either having an allergic reaction to something or an eczema flareup. Thinking maybe the latter, though if that's so that's annoying - I haven't had one of those in four years or so. Worrying about that, scratching, and worrying about the usual shit (which is somehow ever so much worse when you're tired and staring at the ceiling for hours) made for an uncomfortable, completely sleepless night, which I'm supremely peeved about considering I actually finished my hair at a reasonable hour. (We'll ignore the fact that reasonable = around 1:30 am). UGH. I finally crawled back into bed around 6, completely forgetting I'd offered to shuttle
cell23 back from dropping River off for her oil change this morning, so I got back up to do that after half an hourish. Two point five cups of coffee and still ragingly itchy later, I think sleep's a lost cause. Ah well. Hanzo needed the walkies anyway.*sigh* Gods I miss my car. Was good to take him out for a bit, even just for like 10 minutes.Wellp, I'm awake, might as well fire up last night's Sons of Anarchy and get something productive done.
