of cookies and cocksuckers
Apr. 30th, 2006 05:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
verbicideDude. Today was all about spending money. The bad side of getting paid once a month is that I want to run out into the streets hurling fistfuls of cash. Gah.
After I dropped my mom off at the airport, I went straight to Target and plunked down an awful lot of money for what essentially is something my cat is going to shit on. But the crystal litter is cheaper at Target than at Safeway, so it's a worthy investment. I bought batteries for my camera for Paris. Plus, I bought Sausalito cookies, which are my favoritest. Also, I bought a bunch of random movies, including Pillow Talk, Jurassic Park, Dirty Dancing (shutup!) and Bruce Almighty.
Then I marched downstairs to Best Buy and bought Deadwood: Season One. Praise the lord, Season Two has finally fucking been announced and will be released on May 23rd (two days after I get back from Paris--woo!).
After this, I drove to Annie's Affordable Art in Ballard and had them frame the two Steinlen prints and bought another print from a local artist. Just greenery and pretty. I also sucked it up and got that framed. It was going to take them about an hour, so I wandered next door to the Secret Garden bookstore and picked up Wendy McClure's memoir, I'm Not the New Me, and wandered off to Matador for lunch.
Wendy McClure's book is about the hell of weight-loss and she's of the Television Without Pity and Poundy fame. So far: funny and painful.
After stalling as long as I could bear, I walked back to Annie's. They weren't quite done because they'd gotten very busy. But they promised to finish up quickly, and they did. They did a beautiful job on all the prints, and I would definitely recommend them. I'm not sure why framing is so absurdly expensive, but they don't seem to be more expensive than other places I've seen, and did a great job.
And now, I'm home. Hobbsie loves me and considers me to be both his best friend and his raison d'etre. This has nothing to do, I'm sure, with the fact that he'd like an early Sunday supper.
My only remaining tasks for the rest of the day are:
-two one loads of laundry
-make new bed with freshly washed new sheets
-put away clean dishes from dishwasher
-hang shiny new art
I'm going to do all of this between episodes of Deadwood. Got that, cocksuckah??
After I dropped my mom off at the airport, I went straight to Target and plunked down an awful lot of money for what essentially is something my cat is going to shit on. But the crystal litter is cheaper at Target than at Safeway, so it's a worthy investment. I bought batteries for my camera for Paris. Plus, I bought Sausalito cookies, which are my favoritest. Also, I bought a bunch of random movies, including Pillow Talk, Jurassic Park, Dirty Dancing (shutup!) and Bruce Almighty.
Then I marched downstairs to Best Buy and bought Deadwood: Season One. Praise the lord, Season Two has finally fucking been announced and will be released on May 23rd (two days after I get back from Paris--woo!).
After this, I drove to Annie's Affordable Art in Ballard and had them frame the two Steinlen prints and bought another print from a local artist. Just greenery and pretty. I also sucked it up and got that framed. It was going to take them about an hour, so I wandered next door to the Secret Garden bookstore and picked up Wendy McClure's memoir, I'm Not the New Me, and wandered off to Matador for lunch.
Wendy McClure's book is about the hell of weight-loss and she's of the Television Without Pity and Poundy fame. So far: funny and painful.
After stalling as long as I could bear, I walked back to Annie's. They weren't quite done because they'd gotten very busy. But they promised to finish up quickly, and they did. They did a beautiful job on all the prints, and I would definitely recommend them. I'm not sure why framing is so absurdly expensive, but they don't seem to be more expensive than other places I've seen, and did a great job.
And now, I'm home. Hobbsie loves me and considers me to be both his best friend and his raison d'etre. This has nothing to do, I'm sure, with the fact that he'd like an early Sunday supper.
My only remaining tasks for the rest of the day are:
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I'm going to do all of this between episodes of Deadwood. Got that, cocksuckah??
