blatherings

blatherings
the shallow side

You know what I love?

Dirty old men. So, I'm workin' the bar and its a MUCH older crowd. I give a guy a pop for free and he tells me I'm a nice girl. I say that its something I aim for and he replies with something to the effect of I should go out with him. I laugh and say that the other fellow behind the bar is my boyfriend and he won't like that much. The old guy looks me right in the eye and tells me it doesn't matter, cause one night with him and leave the other guy anyway. And for the record, we're talking snow white hair and comfortable slacks.

giggle. I actually blushed.

4.7.08 07:35


You know what I hate?

I hate waking up with a headache. Not like I was drinking the night before, except water - no Mom, I'm not getting dehydrated.

Also, Wanted, is really, really awful. Worse than Mr & Mrs Smith, because no looked like they were having fun. I know you want to see it, I know it looks fun. Trust me when I suggest you wait to rent it.

3.7.08 21:28


Amen

29.6.08 20:59


strangeness

The brunt of my final chapter is done... a couple more paragraphs, some serious editing and it can easily be in by Monday. Kind of a strange feeling. This will soon no longer be looming over me. Of course, I have this other editing project that should also be done for Monday. And then I just need to edit everything else, re-write my intro, pull together a conclusion and walk away. I've been thinking a lot this week about what I want to do after all this done, especially as I will have a year of waiting for S. I will learn how to drive, get into shape and either start learning Arabic or Russian. And maybe study for the LSAT.

But first, the editing!

28.6.08 21:29


Brave like Amazons

I killed a spider today. A huge one. I did not, although I vaguely tried, to wake S up so that he could rid our home of the spider, which he does by (shudder) picking it up and carrying it outside, where he puts it as far onto the tree away from me as it can possibly go. I know, I know, they are good and wonderful and kill bugs and cure cancer and whatever else people tell me when I start to hyperventilate. But normally I can't even kill them (what if I miss and it gets pissed and comes after me?) so this was a very big deal. But to be honest, I'm not ready yet to get close enough to touch the body, which is a smear on the wall, so it sits there, and I look back every so often to make sure it hasn't reanimated.

If it falls before I go to bed, I'm screaming loud enough to wake S so he can find the body and flush it.

26.6.08 08:41


Grumbling

I am at the Angel part of my thesis and do you have any idea how difficult it is to sum his stuff up? Eight damn years on telly and the fella got into a lot of shit. Which means this page count thingy is just going out the window.

And part of me loves that, btw. The fact that once I freaked out about having to write something ten pages long, and now I'm struggling to keep this to 110.

I have a busy few days ahead of me - a show at the Horowitz, my regular ninja work, getting Angel written, plus the intro and conclusion to this chapter. And the editing thing for the International Centre - which has yet to arrive. Plus, I have plans to go running with a one of the wait staff from the High Level. And all I wanna do is curl up and play Civ4.

25.6.08 08:30


Since the death of gawd there's been an opening

24.6.08 02:42


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