From Twitter 02-19-2011

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Day 1 - Pride. Seven great things about yourself.
Day 2 - Envy. Seven things you lack and covet.
Day 3 - Wrath. Seven things that piss you off.
Day 4 - Sloth. Seven things you neglect to do.
Day 5 - Greed. Seven worldly material desires.
Day 6 - Gluttony. Seven guilty pleasures.
Day 7 - Lust. Seven love secrets.

Wait, I though I hated multiple day memes.

Day 2 - Envy. Seven things you lack and covet.

Aint gonna lie, most of what comes immediately to mind is household stuff I would like/still need, things I'm not willing to admit to wanting in a public forum, and, well, money. So I'm going to have to get creative with this list.

1. a type A personality. I'd be a bit of a bitch, but things would get done.
   
   
2. a blu-ray player and a sick Bose sound system to go with Monstervision.
   
   
3. one of those crazy painted lady Victorian houses.
   
   
4. a custom fitted/built black steel boned-corset.
   
   
5. a hot bi ladyfriend who hopefully also likes the Manbeast
   
   
6. thighs that had less jiggle and more steel flattening in them (if you know the reference, holler). Note to self, go the fuck back to PF already.
   
   
7. Working, fully functional intestines. :/ cause I gotta tell you, I miss the days when impending bowel movements weren't announced by three minutes of excruciating gut pain first.

And since cell23 has informed me that I've missed a day (jeez nag nag nag), I'll do the next one too. Nyeh.


Day 3 - Wrath. Seven things that piss you off.

1. People that are nice to me, even if I have it confirmed from several sources that they hate my guts. All this makes me want to do is act super excited to see them and go out of my way to talk to them for maximum passive-aggressive awkward.
   
   
2. People that do things wrong in the hopes that you'll do it correctly for them later. JUST LRN2DOITRIGHT.
   
   
3. being made to feel stupid for daring to think a certain way. Double if I'm actually right.
   
   
4. Hipsters. Yes, I realize by a lot of definitions I am one. STILL.
   
   
5. Telling me that I'm clearly wrong/overreacting on racism/sexism/privilege issues. Hi, I'm a black queer woman, stfu.
   
   
6. Slut shaming.
   
   
7. General rudeness. The internet is a wonderful fucked up beast, but IRL, don't be a douche. Use turn signals, say "excuse me" if you bump into someone, offer to help the lady with five bags and a double stroller down the stairs/off the bus, chew with your mouth closed, turn your cell phone and your voice off during a movie, say please and thank you, act and dress like you're going somewhere special if you're going to the ballet/theater (DON'T show up in jeans, my GOD.) and don't creep on the pretty lady that just walked by you, she will not appreciated it.

There, I'm caught up.

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Day 1 - Pride. Seven great things about yourself.
Day 2 - Envy. Seven things you lack and covet.
Day 3 - Wrath. Seven things that piss you off.
Day 4 - Sloth. Seven things you neglect to do.
Day 5 - Greed. Seven worldly material desires.
Day 6 - Gluttony. Seven guilty pleasures.
Day 7 - Lust. Seven love secrets.

Wait, I though I hated multiple day memes.

Day 2 - Envy. Seven things you lack and covet.

Aint gonna lie, most of what comes immediately to mind is household stuff I would like/still need, things I'm not willing to admit to wanting in a public forum, and, well, money. So I'm going to have to get creative with this list.

1. a type A personality. I'd be a bit of a bitch, but things would get done.
   
   
2. a blu-ray player and a sick Bose sound system to go with Monstervision.
   
   
3. one of those crazy painted lady Victorian houses.
   
   
4. a custom fitted/built black steel boned-corset.
   
   
5. a hot bi ladyfriend who hopefully also likes the Manbeast
   
   
6. thighs that had less jiggle and more steel flattening in them (if you know the reference, holler). Note to self, go the fuck back to PF already.
   
   
7. Working, fully functional intestines. :/ cause I gotta tell you, I miss the days when impending bowel movements weren't announced by three minutes of excruciating gut pain first.

And since cell23 has informed me that I've missed a day (jeez nag nag nag), I'll do the next one too. Nyeh.


Day 3 - Wrath. Seven things that piss you off.

1. People that are nice to me, even if I have it confirmed from several sources that they hate my guts. All this makes me want to do is act super excited to see them and go out of my way to talk to them for maximum passive-aggressive awkward.
   
   
2. People that do things wrong in the hopes that you'll do it correctly for them later. JUST LRN2DOITRIGHT.
   
   
3. being made to feel stupid for daring to think a certain way. Double if I'm actually right.
   
   
4. Hipsters. Yes, I realize by a lot of definitions I am one. STILL.
   
   
5. Telling me that I'm clearly wrong/overreacting on racism/sexism/privilege issues. Hi, I'm a black queer woman, stfu.
   
   
6. Slut shaming.
   
   
7. General rudeness. The internet is a wonderful fucked up beast, but IRL, don't be a douche. Use turn signals, say "excuse me" if you bump into someone, offer to help the lady with five bags and a double stroller down the stairs/off the bus, chew with your mouth closed, turn your cell phone and your voice off during a movie, say please and thank you, act and dress like you're going somewhere special if you're going to the ballet/theater (DON'T show up in jeans, my GOD.) and don't creep on the pretty lady that just walked by you, she will not appreciated it.

There, I'm caught up.

And now a slightly realer post

...cause i'm 'crastinating hard from dealing with a messy kitchen and a bathroom that still needs a scrubdown. Not to mention the to-do list is rearing its ugly head again, as it does after a lazy weekend. Which this was. Between events that I will detail in a few, this weekend has mostly been dedicated to sleeping and marauding the Hunter Ocean. (though truth be told? I miss the Midnight. Just not willing to sub up cause if I'm gonna subscribe to anything right now it's gonna be WoW.)

Events of note between the unabashed sloth:

Friday: After anothermurray's tweet about buying a copy of Apples to Apples, I put out a call to people to come over and bring booze and board games. It ended up with a bunch of people in our living room being introduced to Lily and an extended game of Apples to Apples and hanging out until late. It was a good get-together, and Lly behaved herself rather admirably in a room full of loud boisterous people - rather than fleeing she stayed to play with offered mousies and the belt I mentioned before and even suffered herself to be petted and loved by most.

Saturday: Pretty much a lazy wash... cell23 and I decided to watch Jesus Christ Vampire Hunter, and yyyyyyyyeah. That was. Um. Something. We had to scrub it from our brains by trying out Parks and Recreation, which surprised both of us by being actually likable and funny despite it being shot in the same style as The Office, which I've gamely tried on multiple occasions and cannot get into. And then we went shopping and made steak and potatoes at 10pm, lol.

Sunday, also known as today: had to shovel myself out of bed early to make a 9am church rehearsal for bells, and also wake up aradiadiane in the process. The performance went pretty well (though not quite as good as rehearsal, isn't that always the way?) and I managed to get through it despite showing up completely uncaffeinated. I know. After that, came home, pie-ratted some, and had a three hour nap curled up with the cat. The evening didn't get productive until late this evening with cell23 out for Castlevania, and aradiadiane came over to have me help her braid a five foot hank of purple hair, and even so I haven't quite forced myself into the kitchen to clean up yet, which is weird cause normally I'm all about spotless kitchen but tonight? Do Not Feel It.

Tomorrow is technically a holiday, but since I'll be working from here and cell23 will be going to work, won't make much of a difference to me.

the cat remains an adorable pain in the butt.

So does cell23.

So life goes.

And now I'm out of procrastinatory measures. *sigh* kitchen time now.

And now a slightly realer post

...cause i'm 'crastinating hard from dealing with a messy kitchen and a bathroom that still needs a scrubdown. Not to mention the to-do list is rearing its ugly head again, as it does after a lazy weekend. Which this was. Between events that I will detail in a few, this weekend has mostly been dedicated to sleeping and marauding the Hunter Ocean. (though truth be told? I miss the Midnight. Just not willing to sub up cause if I'm gonna subscribe to anything right now it's gonna be WoW.)

Events of note between the unabashed sloth:

Friday: After anothermurray's tweet about buying a copy of Apples to Apples, I put out a call to people to come over and bring booze and board games. It ended up with a bunch of people in our living room being introduced to Lily and an extended game of Apples to Apples and hanging out until late. It was a good get-together, and Lly behaved herself rather admirably in a room full of loud boisterous people - rather than fleeing she stayed to play with offered mousies and the belt I mentioned before and even suffered herself to be petted and loved by most.

Saturday: Pretty much a lazy wash... cell23 and I decided to watch Jesus Christ Vampire Hunter, and yyyyyyyyeah. That was. Um. Something. We had to scrub it from our brains by trying out Parks and Recreation, which surprised both of us by being actually likable and funny despite it being shot in the same style as The Office, which I've gamely tried on multiple occasions and cannot get into. And then we went shopping and made steak and potatoes at 10pm, lol.

Sunday, also known as today: had to shovel myself out of bed early to make a 9am church rehearsal for bells, and also wake up aradiadiane in the process. The performance went pretty well (though not quite as good as rehearsal, isn't that always the way?) and I managed to get through it despite showing up completely uncaffeinated. I know. After that, came home, pie-ratted some, and had a three hour nap curled up with the cat. The evening didn't get productive until late this evening with cell23 out for Castlevania, and aradiadiane came over to have me help her braid a five foot hank of purple hair, and even so I haven't quite forced myself into the kitchen to clean up yet, which is weird cause normally I'm all about spotless kitchen but tonight? Do Not Feel It.

Tomorrow is technically a holiday, but since I'll be working from here and cell23 will be going to work, won't make much of a difference to me.

the cat remains an adorable pain in the butt.

So does cell23.

So life goes.

And now I'm out of procrastinatory measures. *sigh* kitchen time now.