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Little known fact about me - I love sports jerseys. One of my secret selfish desires is buying one and lounging around the house in its broad shouldered, breathable folds. Problem is I'm not that hardcore of a sports fan and I never felt like enough of a fan of any team or any player to ever justify getting one, and somehow the effort of following a team for a season seemed too much like work. So I resigned myself to admiring jersey designs from afar.

Yeah, I'm a little weird. You all know this.

So this morning I saw this:



Well. Those are a couple teams I know I support. Leaning towards the Ally jersey, a) because I'm not a fan of the Horde design b) Eh. I like the Horde well enough, but at heart, I've been an Alliance girl from day one.

Course, it's not like I've even been playing lately. Hell, I still have paperwork I gotta fork over to Blizz to prove I wasn't gold farming while not subscribed. :P Stupid account hackers.

In other WANT news, htl_1126 sent me this this morning:



Wellp, I had no reason to go to Portugal until now. Seriously, I'd go just to spend an hour goggling at this bookstore. Yes, it's a bookstore. Gifuh.


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Somewhere in me is an extended essay about Livejournal, why I still post, and why I'm one of those who will be going down with this particular ship, but I can't write it right the fuck now. But since I know people have been asking, Dreamwidth does allow you to import your entire journals over (I may have invite codes, though I never use any of the accounts I have over there - username parking being what it is.) Also I personally use and love LJArchive to back up my journals periodically, and since it allows you to index and search your entries/comments, I occasionally use it for that as well. But back to the main point, considering I just realized as of tomorrow I will have been on LJ under various usernames for for eight years, maybe that's an entry for then.

LJ, you don't know how much I love you. Why do I say that? Because every so often I get the urge to post in graphic detail progress reports on having Crohn's disease, but I'm quite sure no one wants to read a several page dissertation about my scars, my weight, and/or most importantly my poop. I will say this, though - when you have a chronic intestinal disorder, poop transitions from merely being gross and taboo to being weirdly fascinating. Still gross, mind. But fascinating nonetheless.

I'd say the same goes for having a blood disorder as well, but I don't see my own blood on a daily basis. And really other than knowing that if I need to creatively kill myself, all I'd have to do is cook up a pot of kale and eat the whole thing, not as much fun or opportunity to talk about it.

Long story short, my body is an annoying place to be, and yet weirdly interesting. *pokes at self* While I won't go into gory nor gross detail, I will say that the Crohn's has much improved in the past month, though I couldn't tell you if that is due to lack of constant living-situation stress or going back on the Humira. Maybe both? anyway, things are better in the health department. Just gotta start paying attention to what I'm eating again - along with everything else, digestion not being an excruciating process anymore means that I'm actually eating, and alas, that also means I'm consuming a fair amount of sugar/junk as well as healthier stuff. I also still plan on dragging my ass to the gym again as one of November's goals.

In not health related news, I sort of successfully managed to make a potato and cheese casserole as part of dinner last night. Successfully because it was actually reasonably good, sort of because actually making it had a few "oops" moments and so the flavor balance was off and the texture was a little weird. Still, it was edible enough for the Manbeast to grab seconds, so it's on the "lets try this again without the oops" list.

Manbeast and I wandered to Home Depot and the Halloween store in search of costumey fare and stuff for the house. Y'all don't know how much I absolutely love Home Depot - I commented to him that if anyone handed me a gift certificate to the big orange box I'd be a stupid happy woman. His response was to remind me that we rent our place, lol, but even without the sort of heavy demolition home improvement bits of the store I could find things to blow a lot of money on. Shelving. Organizers. Hooks. Zip ties. Power tools. Power strips. Mag lights. flower pots. 17 colors of duct tape (made from real ducks! Quackquackquackquackquack).* Really ANY kind of tape. Christmas shit. Wood. The list goes on and on and on, like Halcyon. (Orbital fans say "whuuuuuuut!") So cell23 had to deal a little bit with me acting like a sugared up four year old confronted with a giant Toys R Us. *shakes head* You would think after that whole getting clocked in the head by a plank as a kid would have cured me of my fascination with hardware, but noooooooooooope. Didn't actually buy anything but priced a bunch of stuff for later. I keep meaning to wander through the house, make a list of stuff we either need or would just make me happy if I had, and start putting aside money towards slowly acquiring said things, but I haven't yet. Stupid money, bash it good.

Anyway, time to serve more time in the HTML/CSS/SVU mines.

* It just dawned on me that the kids and I have developed in-jokes. Not just this one either; if I think about it hard enough, there are a fair number of them. Yikes!

Pimping elf_fu's Etsy shop REALLY REALLY HARD right now because I WANT THESE EARRINGS and I shouldn't spend money so y'all should buy them instead if you can/want.

...JUST LOOKIT THESE FUCKING MUSHROOM EARRINGS THEY ARE SO AWESOME THEY BLEED CUTE.

Before anyone asks, yes, that is a porn DVD under my monitor. And if you hadn't noticed it before, well, guess you won't see anything else in the picture, now, will you?

I often tell people that when my space approaches either cesspit levels of messy or military standard clean, something is deeply wrong. Considering you can still see some parts of my desk surface and a good deal of the carpet, we haven't quite gotten there yet. Then again, the mess is starting to get on my nerves and yet I still can't be arsed to pick it up, which means my state of mind isn't fantastic. I've got half a mind to post this, turn the phone, IM and the internet off, and other than posting pictures, just disconnect for a while until I come out of critical spoon failure.

Still today wasn't all bad/angsty/thinky. I got two very nice things in the mail today - the "WE CAN DO IT - JOIN THE REBEL ALLIANCE" T shirt I ordered (it has Princess Leia posed as Rosie the Riveter) and an intriguing looking burned CD from badrahessa. Guess I'll be seeing if Hanzo's CD player works tomorrow. :) Also I keep forgetting to say this because I opened them wicked late, but thank you to _kyri, retsuko, ruisseau and dionethoughts - I did, indeed get your Christmas cards. Snail mail does make things better.

...I'm okay. really. Just emotionally and mentally burned out. Off to curl up in bed with a book.

I realize this might be OLD MEME but I need this for my kitchen, like YESTERDAY. I'm literally typing this after having fallen off my chair crying with laughter.

also why in the blazing blue barnacled ballsack of Beelzebub do I nto read warrenelliscom? Must fix this now.

Mall trip survived, and was actually reasonably okay. Helps that roomie is an excellent sounding board for headnoise shit, and is probably one of three people I don't feel self conscious opening up to, so actual shopping was mitigated by copious shit shooting. Plus I found a cute bra and two turtlenecks on sale so t'weren't all bad.

The mall must have gotten to me, though, as driving home in the rain somehow was worse than usual - all the oncoming lights were super bright white, overwhelming and completely disorienting and I had one moment where I switched into the left lane with no conscious memory of doing so. Um.... yeah. Not good. Also hydroplaning is a pretty unpleasant sensation. Got home safe, but there was a close to tears moment or two coming up 116 at the end there. Grrrragh, sometimes driving sucks.

Also dredged up shit, even though it was nice to kinda talk about it? Still dredged up. *sigh*

My hair is driving me bugshit - I have about three inches of new growth at the top of my head that Will. Not. Lock. I'm like ye close to chopping it all off and buying a brush, because man, I miss them some days. Of course, I haven't had hair this long in any style since college and I'm rather enjoying it so I don't freaking know. Gonna spend tonight soothing my nerves with OZ and beeswax so I don't go to this gospel brunch tomorrow looking like the Wild Woman of Seventh Street Hill, but I'm gonna have to figure out some way of dealing with this mess on my head soon. Might have to suck it up and find some professional help for it next time I'm in the city.

Oh and I picked up some new eggs for the first time in about a month and a half. please give em a poke.

I just want to point out that htl_1126 is a horrible person and a vile fiend of temptation, all because she not only pointed out that this was on sale, but she had a 10% discount code on top of that.

Happy Belated Birthday to meeeeee

Between overdone workout yesterday and walking all over Manhattan and Brooklyn with Tash&Winnie today, I'm hurting something fierce and plan to do nothing at the family reunion tomorrow other than sit on my ass, eat barbecue and curry and gamely put up with the parade of aunts and cousins who will inevitably either not believe me or bemoan their advancing age when I reveal that yes, I am 30 (31 in two months even) and this indeed means they are quickly approaching decrepitude. Good times, being the baby of the ENTIRE family. There better be a wifi hotspot somewhere nearby or I'm gonna get real antisocial real fast. *sigh* I seriously think I'm gonna break down and get an iPhone next year. This hunting for hotspots is seriously for the birds.

Today was good. I sat on the steps of the Met for an hour waiting for Tash&Winnie to meet me, but it was so beautiful and sunny out that I didn't mind them being late at all. (Catching an open wi-fi wave didn't hurt none either.) I did however mind the fact that after Winnie surprised me with homemade sweets (yum) the assfaces at the Met wouldn't let me in with them in my bag, so we ended up going to Park Slope to hang out instead. The universe, I think, has a way of making things like that work out - I really wasn't feeling the Met today anyway. So yeah, we wound up at the Grand Canyon again where we sat, gorged ourselves with food (FYI, to my fellow Park Slopers - the Grand Canyon burgers are far superior to Five Guys' and they'll actually cook em rare if you ask) and talked shop. Tash has been talking about getting the hell out of NYC and moving up to the Valley to start a holistic health and healing practice for years now and I really want to kick her into making that happen. So we brainstormed ideas and gossiped about folk (I still boggle at how she remembers everyone she's met from up here) and I talked shop and astrology with Winnie and squeed and wibbled about the latest developments and it was all very fun and happy but damn I wanna cut my legs off at the knees. OW.

LRD has arrived. It fits okay but has no real shape to it and I need less tummy curve to wear it properly, so I'll see about getting something with a little more of an actual fit to it and drop this one back in the mail on Monday.

I woke up this morning feeling very much "Fuck this... what am I doing? What am I waiting for? What if everything I ever wanted CAME IN A ROCKET CAN?" (Actually, I could use some fucking PowerThirst* right now...) Anyway, I'm looking at my calendar and I talked to htl_1126 and I need to talk to cell23, Cara, Dad, Vicki and a couple other people, but I've pretty much decided that I'm heading up to the Valley Thursday night and leaving my date of departure open ended. The main idea is not to head back until Cara and I pretty much nail down a place for Sep 1, and since by that point the move date'll be two weeks down the line... there isn't too much point in heading back down to NY at all except to get the mousefarts worth of stuff I came down here with. So.... we'll see if I can make that plan happen. *shakes head* I boggle sometimes at myself. Give me a long term plan of action and I'll inevitably snarf it up, leave shit until the last minute, what have you... I get a bee in my bonnet or an emergency happens and I turn into Madame Precision and Efficiency. *sigh* whatever works. If I indeed do this, it's going to make the next week kind of hellacious, but if the prize at the end is I get to go home to Incestovalley, friends and boyfriend and stay there? You know... *cracks knuckles* I'm sick of leaving my goddamn life on hold. Time to knock back some coffee, ignore the pain in my legs and shoulders and get cracking on pulling a few miracles out of my ass.

Cross your fingers for me - and hey, if you wouldn't mind having me over for a night or two between the 20th and the 1st (cause cell23's gonna get sick of me if I stay with him the whole time) holler. :)

Aforementioned little red Vicki's Secret dress went on sale. It is now mine and on its way, precious. Here's hoping it a) gets here before my next trip up and b) actually makes me look cute and not like a sunburned heffalump, lol. Nah, I kid. VS has always been good to me, no matter what my size. It does not get the hose. Though it's so bloody hot today that getting the hose again might actually be nice.

Speaking of sunburned heffalumps, I'm down 5 pounds from the last time I checked. At this rate by the time I go back, I'll be more or less back where I was when I left, Which works for me. I'm gunning to be back under 200 by my birthday, which should be no problem if I keep working out like I have been past couple weeks.

I'm still getting compliments on my hair every time I go out.

I have the end of season 4 of Oz, a fan, caffiene and a relatively clean slate for the evening. Pretty much the plan is to work like a fiend, with a stop to have birthday cake with Dad and Imm for her birthday when she gets home. Mmmm... cake.