Colin sunggled up to me last night: "mmm. did you take a shower today?"
me: "no, why?"
Colin: "cuz you don't smell that bad today."
Tom Jones, watch out, cuz Colin could teach you a thing or two about how to woo the women.
it's a christmas present factory over here. maybe i should just grow up, put on my big girl pants, get my bananas together and go to the mall...but just thinking about that makes me want to curl up into a fetal position. things would be going well if i wasn't working on a large men's black cabled sweater (which i'm far too blind to see) in the evening. bah.
my mom's present was easy as pie. over the summer i made her a cobbler and left it in her fridge as a surprise for when she came home from work, i then for weeks afterward had to beg her for my pyrex dish back because she was so in love with the tupperware style lid that it had ("but you can stack things on top of it!" i know, mom, that's why i bought it). really pyrex with lids gets you going, mom? done.
but my dad had to have a black sweater "just like colin's" only not- since i am not in the business of knitting my dad and boyfriend matching outfits. i'm pretty sure this is reasonable...only now i'm stuck knitting a black cabled sweater(!) ali and ben want hats, i could just kiss them for this, they are being so nice to me, clearly they're up to something. somehow, i see this turning into some sort of major clusterfuck right at the very end, i need all the luck i can get.
sigh. tis' the season and all that bs.
Which 5 words would your best friend use to describe you?
Submitted by Ross.
1. Big
2. Pain
3. In
4. The
5. Ass
I totally just clicked every button EXCEPT the create button, to update this poor excuse for a blog...sigh.
Lately:
-Not much going here, just working and cleaning and avoiding as many adult responsibilities as humanly possible.
-I've lost weight since graduating, and am only drinking 8oz of coffee a day, I got a migraine the other day when i had 2 cups.
-I've been working at Article Pract for a few weeks now, and getting stuff ready to do an Etsy store.
-I kind of feel like a giant failure because I have no job in the INDUSTRY, though my staunch refusal to apply for any such job has obviously hindered any developments in this area...funny that.
-About the above item, I lied, I'm still burned out and frankly, I really love(and love to hate) working in retail.
more whining to surely follow.
cookie dough and red wine out a bottle whose only marking is a large orange question mark. dinner of champions.
so i've really been reaching out to some of my older friends recently, people who knew me when i was even less cool- and not so much reaching out so much as just returning phone calls, but i digress. these are people i never have to explain myself to, people who have a knack, much like myself, for just falling off the face of the earth every now and again, and dont ever really feel the need to apologize for it and it's a-ok, it really is, cuz the bunch of us are just sort of like that and we just get each other even if we only see one and other every two years or so, we just pick up where we left off, it's really, really, nice for someone as misanthropic as i am (/we are).
i have painted myself a to be determined shade of orange, nothing like a few weeks straight of rain to make a tan seem appropriate, right? right?
you know it's gotten bad when you're considering buying one of those baby slings to carry the cat around the apartment... because he cries whenever you're not holding him. sigh, how did it get this bad?
