"i've walked sometimes confused sometimes ready to crack open wide"

[verbicide]

Today was interesting. I had an appt this morning. Something I was dreading, but also looking forward to. As always, apprehension and anticipation drive me mad, but ultimately, nothing is scarier than the horrors my mind creates.

Despite my sleepless night, I feel remarkably well. Among the sweetest things in my life now ranks a recitation of Peter Rabbit. Nothing consoles like good children's lit.

Spent a rare day in front of the tv watching absolutely nothing. I didn't even knit. It was so decadent. I just sat there flipping the remote like a penis-wielder. Indiana Jones and The Last Crusade. Oh, Harrison Ford. How you once made my heart throb. Then you divorced your wife of 400 years, started banging Ally McBeal and starred in things like Hollywood Homicide. How the mighty have fallen. To think you were once the standard I set all men against. Tsk.

Hobbes is furious with me. He had his 1/2 can of wet food earlier and promptly threw it up, entirely undigested. Ever since, he thinks this means he should get a refund. I'm thinking his tummy needs to chill. I'm going to lock him in the dungeon if he doesn't stop meowing. Oh good, he's given up and is pouting on the bed. Argh, little fucker. He's taking his revenge out on the phone cord. *hisses and scares him away* It's not just that I'm an evil bitch. It's just that I would do nothing but replace phone cords if Hobbes had his way.

There's a hank of hair (a devilry known, I believe, as 'bangs') that is driving me out of my mind. It insists on hanging in my face no matter what I do. I want this damn cut to grow out already. *whine* At this point I either look like Sid Vicious or Wednesday Addams. Blah.



I'm stalling. I need to finish the reading for tomorrow and continue with my CSS book. I was going to add resume to the list, but would rather abuse myself with a bicycle pump. So we'll put that off to the weekend. jeff_nw's suggestion that I pdf the sonofabitch and avoid dealing with styles may be my ultimate salvation.

Comments

[devinshire.livejournal.com]

I love the one with your hair pinned back away from your face! You look a little less than excited about it though.

I hope everything went well this morning.

[verbicide.livejournal.com]

I feel like I look 14. And that was my sulky expression the entire year I was 14 *grin*

And, it did. Thanks so much for your support yesterday (and everyday!).