Although livejournal seems to be fading ever more in popularity, I still love ya livejournal. Happy almost Valentine's Day to you. Actually, today is a holiday of another sort. Today is Henry Rollins's birthday. Eat some cake, Hank ( Read more... )

Christmas dinner went so much better than Christmas morning. What a difference being wide awake makes. I think it also makes a difference that my mother has finally relaxed a smidgen by the time dinner rolls around. We had a couple of guests over, my mother's friend and her son. Food was good, as was coversation. Now I await my friend's ( Read more... )

I never finished explaing Weird Thing #2 from my last (scintillating) post. Now Weird Thing #2 has diminished in its weirdness effect so I am bound not to be writing about it with quite the enthusiasm I originally intended. This will just have to do ( Read more... )

Suddenly, as if answer to my churlish bitching, there are a bevy of hot man babes at my gym. Now they are making me nervous and I studiously avoid looking at them. In fact I am pretty sure I am wandering around with a scowl on my face most of the time ( Read more... )

Yesterday I was thinking that I need to get out to the bad mood I've been in for the last (mmm, let's see) six months or more. This morning I woke up early to get ready for work and it's actually shaping up to be a very pleasant day. How can this be? It's morning. Somehow I have fallen into an alternate dimension where not only does the ( Read more... )

My mother's philosophy: Why let anyone finish a sentence when she has something much more interesting to say? ARGH! On the phone earlier, I am trying to tell her about the trouble with my car, which is why I am calling so she can give me a ride to the mechanic's. In the middle of my sentence she starts talking. I point out that she interrupted ( Read more... )

Couldn't there by at least one truly hot guy at my gym? Is that really to much to ask?

My mother has procured 7 Albertson's stickers for me. I am so pleased I might actually spend some time with her.

I awoke very early this morning to find myself alone in bed, by which I mean there were no cats with me. Not a single one. This is extremely unusual. On a typical morning there are anywhere between three and five felines sharing my mattress. I knew at once that something was awry. I pulled myself out of bed and padded into the kitchen where I ( Read more... )

I spent the weekend baking. I get into these moods every now and again. Suddenly I must check out a dozen cookbooks from the library. I scrounge through them for recipes and off I go to the grocery store--in the daytime, even--and back home to bake, cook, bake. This weekend I checked out brunch cookbooks and suddenly I just had to make bread ( Read more... )