sleepless and stoned-looking in seattle
Jan. 31st, 2004 12:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
verbicideIt's a clear night and I sadly just got back from a quick smoke. Sad because I like the view from my balcony: city lights blanketed across Queen Anne Hill and even a glowing Space Needle in the distance. Quick because motherfuck it's cold out there. It's 39° and for wimpy Californian me, that's just too fucking cold.
On a random note, it's exciting to see how many colorful words are making it into my spellcheck (motherfucker, Motherfuck, motherfucking, etc). I'm surprised anything still gets caught.
Let me again point out that I'm still bitter that my complaints about the cold largely fall on deaf and frozen ears since so many of my good friends are struggling to breathe under 8 feet of snow. As Sarah pointed out earlier, "It's more than 46° colder here!" I need to make more friends in New Mexico. Yes, so please, no more midwest/east coast people need apply, K? Thanks.
At first I was concerned about my Therapy via Victor Hugo because that shit also depresses the fuck out of me. But happily, I'm perky now. This is the positive half of being so damn bipolar.
I finished watching the rest of the Fawlty Towers discs earlier this week. Parts of it were damn funny, other parts were just too over the top. And it really bothers me how badly abused poor Manuel is! I think the abuse of Baldrick bothered me less in Blackadder. The episode with the Siberian-hamster-rat and cat completely freaked me out at first, because I absolutely flip out if animals are hurt in movies. Yes, I know it's not real, but I'm a sap and it unhinges me. Happily, nothing happened.
In other exciting news: I burned my finger. There isn't even an exciting story with it. It's just a steam burn, but I found that my cousin Mo was absolutely right: toothpaste quells the pain instantly.
On a random note, it's exciting to see how many colorful words are making it into my spellcheck (motherfucker, Motherfuck, motherfucking, etc). I'm surprised anything still gets caught.
Let me again point out that I'm still bitter that my complaints about the cold largely fall on deaf and frozen ears since so many of my good friends are struggling to breathe under 8 feet of snow. As Sarah pointed out earlier, "It's more than 46° colder here!" I need to make more friends in New Mexico. Yes, so please, no more midwest/east coast people need apply, K? Thanks.
At first I was concerned about my Therapy via Victor Hugo because that shit also depresses the fuck out of me. But happily, I'm perky now. This is the positive half of being so damn bipolar.
I finished watching the rest of the Fawlty Towers discs earlier this week. Parts of it were damn funny, other parts were just too over the top. And it really bothers me how badly abused poor Manuel is! I think the abuse of Baldrick bothered me less in Blackadder. The episode with the Siberian-hamster-rat and cat completely freaked me out at first, because I absolutely flip out if animals are hurt in movies. Yes, I know it's not real, but I'm a sap and it unhinges me. Happily, nothing happened.
In other exciting news: I burned my finger. There isn't even an exciting story with it. It's just a steam burn, but I found that my cousin Mo was absolutely right: toothpaste quells the pain instantly.
