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Saturday, December 10, 2011
Tuesday, December 06, 2011
Tied To Bed (not like that calm yourselves)
In the last week, I have been waking up, finding myself chronically disabled by my intense laziness and magnetic attraction to my bed, and so resigned to a live of hermitdom. Some people get cabin fever after a few days in home, and sometimes I am one of those people, but lately I think I have contracted a disease that is the exact opposite, and I think that when I do go out (I am forced to tonight) I will have a psychotic meltdown, strip naked, paint myself in glitter (again) and throw myself into the river.
On the bright side, my internet is back! This means that I have been able to get more music, such as THIS: Keep Yourself Warm by Frightened Rabbit.
I love that the accent completely adds to the awesomeness.
Since I have been combing through my computer, I have found some pretty great pictures that I must have saved some time many years ago in another dimension. I will share.
I hope you are having a merry tuesday!
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Thursday, December 01, 2011
Panda Face
I am currently lying in bed, covered in glitter and with two black eyes, eating the little candy 'lovehearts' that are the comfortable medium between overly-sweet medicine and colored chalk. Whatever - I like them. And, as resident Bitter Spinster, I get joy out of reading "kiss me", "heart desire" and "tru love" and then eating it. Viciously. Although, I did just come across one that says "hello". That's it. Not exactly heart pounding stuff.
Back to the weird circumstances in which I find myself. First of all, glitter. I am actually covered in glitter because I was at a friend's house and we found glitter and decided that it would be great to mix it with eucalyptus moisturizer and cover ourselves in it. What we failed to think of is that eucalyptus is bad enough when seeping into face-holes (smells like someone shoved a koala up my nostril), but that small bits of metal in eyes/mouth isn't exactly the stuff of orgasms either. Also, glitter does not come off with mere water. It is like the cockroaches of the world, who survive nuclear warfare. So I am now one layer of skin less, and still look like a walking disco ball.
The black eyes. Bear attack. On second thoughts, what self respecting bear would think "well, this human is thoroughly pissing me off but forget the razor claws and teeth, I shall instead form a tiny fist with my awkward bear hand and poke her in the eye region until she goes away".
Ok, fine, truth is that a friend and I were offered a FREE makeup tutorial in a shopping centre. FREE. Following the unspoken law that free stuff is always better than non-free stuff, no matter how irrelevant it is, I accepted. An hour later, I was coated with more products than I knew existed. To be fair, the lady was very nice, and every time I poked myself in the eye she said "don't worry, happens to all of us", even though I doubt that.
Following that, I managed to smudge everything on my face so I look a tiny bit run over. This is why the boys love me - I remind them of their childhood fascination with road kill. Actually, probably not the best man to choose, one that is into dead animals.
Back to the weird circumstances in which I find myself. First of all, glitter. I am actually covered in glitter because I was at a friend's house and we found glitter and decided that it would be great to mix it with eucalyptus moisturizer and cover ourselves in it. What we failed to think of is that eucalyptus is bad enough when seeping into face-holes (smells like someone shoved a koala up my nostril), but that small bits of metal in eyes/mouth isn't exactly the stuff of orgasms either. Also, glitter does not come off with mere water. It is like the cockroaches of the world, who survive nuclear warfare. So I am now one layer of skin less, and still look like a walking disco ball.
The black eyes. Bear attack. On second thoughts, what self respecting bear would think "well, this human is thoroughly pissing me off but forget the razor claws and teeth, I shall instead form a tiny fist with my awkward bear hand and poke her in the eye region until she goes away".
Ok, fine, truth is that a friend and I were offered a FREE makeup tutorial in a shopping centre. FREE. Following the unspoken law that free stuff is always better than non-free stuff, no matter how irrelevant it is, I accepted. An hour later, I was coated with more products than I knew existed. To be fair, the lady was very nice, and every time I poked myself in the eye she said "don't worry, happens to all of us", even though I doubt that.
Following that, I managed to smudge everything on my face so I look a tiny bit run over. This is why the boys love me - I remind them of their childhood fascination with road kill. Actually, probably not the best man to choose, one that is into dead animals.
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