Wednesday, February 26, 2014

I love my friends

You can tell I love them, even though I am terrible at remembering birthdays and stuff like that (which some people might use as a metric of determining affection) because I try to do stuff for them (not the birthday remember, other stuff~ like giving them gifts that make me think of them or being generally supportive, or offering to disembowel people who make them sad, and other things like that).

A friend of mine has a child getting married and in solidarity for this joyous/traumatic event I am being helpful and whatnot and also went and bought a dress for the occasion. Due to recent shrinkage (shrinkage of me, to be clear, not my entire wardrobe), I only had one dress that fit, and it was black. Black is not, I am told, traditionally acceptable at weddings, particularly not at spring afternoon weddings. So I needed to go get something spring-y, and afternoon wedding-y. I got the dress pictured below because Lime told me to, after I texted her a pic from the dressing room.
So this is my spring wedding dress,

with coordinating cutesy handbag.

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Mr. Logo thinks the image above features a remarkable excellent example of emotional support ... which is why I have taken to calling him my honey badger. 

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

My Things made me a thing.

I am so fond of them; I mean, really, I think of them as my own children.

Monday, February 10, 2014

My plans for Monday evening

involving wearing this and going downhill somewhat faster that judiciousness would indicate is wise.
If I end up dead or broken, at least I will have done so in new and expensive clothing while looking ever-so-slightly like a badass in my new facemask and goggles.

Saturday, February 08, 2014

In a recurrent fantasy from an alternate universe...

 I live in moderately warm (NOT HOT) and sunny place in a small beach house with my boytoy, let's call him Joe. I do some sort of meaningful work that doesn't suck the life force from me— perhaps teach English or write novels. Joe does something or other, who cares, he really only exists in this fantasy to fulfill my sexual and sensual fantasies, passionate lovemaking, never-ending foot massages, and lots of really delicious cooking.

The important factor in this fantasy existence is that there is no stress at all.

No money stress, no kid stress, no family stress, no work stress, none, none at all.  No leaking dishwasher or frozen pipes. No automotive maintenance required and certainly no interpersonal stress. It is all adventuring, cuddling, and reading with plenty of great food, fun, sex, and surf.

It's a great way to kill 5-10 minutes before I have to get back to reality.

Sunday, February 02, 2014


There is a sportsing thing happening and it's evidently a pretty bfd to the locals here in WA.
It's all just so exciting.
What I hear, and it's not just me.