What a difference a day makes...

Or rather six months...of depression that is.

I just started to unearth that which was is my apartment and, I'll spare you the gory details, it was UGLY. The landlord is doing smoke alarm inspections tomorrow so I had to get the apartment into passable shape for him. It's still a pigsty, but you can't evict someone for just being messy (short of damaging the apartment or violating health codes). Yep, it's still a pit, but it's not a disgusting pit and that is an important distinction. That much is behind me. I'm hoping that by getting the worst (the dishes, the bathroom) behind me, I'll be inspired to finish the rest of the place. I think this time it may actually work. It only took me four hours to get through the nastiest of it...give me a weekend and I'll have the place sparkling.

Wish me luck.

Yes, but when do I get to go to the store and buy things on my good looks?

Someday I'll have to tell all of you about my summer of sex and madness, otherwise entitled "Beat Season."



Your alter poet is Allen Ginsberg. Quick, go nuts,
because THIS IS GOOD FOR YOU!


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I should be working damnit.

But I'm not...I am SO not.

Another stupid survey. And a request--stupid old me can't figure out how to hide these things behind a cut. Tech support? Anyone? Por favor?

appearance
height: 5'4
skin colour: WHITE! With pinks cheeks and freckles a plenty!
hair colour: It's mostly blonde, but a dark blonde with red highlights. (So much for the easy Crayola 12 pack answer.)
eyebrows: Waxed into submission and tinted to match my hair color (otherwise they'd be blonde and invisible).
eye colour: Blue.
piercing: One hole in each ear, both closed.
tattoos: No thank you.

right now
what are you wearing: Jeans, a stripey green button down shirt, and sandals.
what are you listening to: Across a Wire--Counting Crows .
what taste is in your mouth: Diet Coke.
what's the weather like: Sunny, beautiful, it's in the mid-eighties.
how are you: Lazy as f&%k.

do you
get motion sicknesses? Yes, big time.
have a bad habit: I have many--I would designate procrastination as my worst.
get along with your parents: Sometimes.
like to drive: I used to when I lived in LA. Driving = Freedom. Now it's a hassle.

favorites
tv show: Will & Grace.
shampoo: Biolage
conditioner: Biolage or Abba
book: I'd say something impressive, but ten minutes ago I was just referred to as the resident Harry Potter scholar. I'll come clean and cop to really enjoying the series.
magazine: Heat (I'm such a tabloid whore!)
non-alcoholic drink: The Ambrosia that is Borders Chai.
alcoholic drink: Gin & Tonic.
thing to do on the weekend: Try something new. It's actually a New Year's resolution and usually manifests itself in traveling.
band or group: This varies...this week it's Counting Crows.
hangout: The True Love Cafe.
feeling: Wonder.
pet: None anymore. :(

have you
broken the law: Duh
ran away from home: I tried once when I was in the fourth grade, but my mother caught me packing. D'oh.
ever cheated on a test: Yes, in high school.
stayed up until four on the phone: Hell yes.
snuck out of the house: Of course.
ever gone skinny dipping: Yes.
made a prank phone call: Yes.
ever tipped over a porta potty: No, but I'm not dead yet.
skipped school: Ha ha ha ha ha.
fell asleep in the shower or bath: Almost every single morning for a year.
been in a school play: One or two.
cried in public: Yes.
let a friend cry on your shoulder: Yes, but they usually aim for the comforting bosom.

love
boyfriend: 86ed as of last night.
girlfriend: Not into the girls.
sexuality: Hetero with an emphasis in bad taste.
children: Not any time soon if at all.
current crush: No one, how sad is that?
been in love: Yes.
had a hard time getting over someone: Oh god yes.
been out with someone: Yes
too shy: Not really.
been hurt: Yes.
your greatest regret: I'm not sure yet--I hope it isn't going to be my decision to stop seeing D.
who was your first boyfriend/girlfriend: David Patrick--on and off love, grades 7 through 11.

random
do you have a job: I have TWO--and they both suck.
what is in your cd player right now: Across a Wire--Counting Crows.
if you were a crayon, what colour would you be: Cornflower Blue.
what makes you happy: Sleep, love, spring, a slight breeze, the right music, being with my friends, good wine, better food, being in control, health, wealth, wisdom.
who do you consider good friends: In that best friends sort of way? Camille, O, H, T, and H.
what do you like to do: Read, write, travel, throw *fabulous* dinner parties, hang out with my friends, spend time with my little sisters, boogeyboard, and waste enormous amounts of time on LJ.
how do you want to die: Filthy rich, quickly, and when I'm old and preferably not senile.

when/what was the last
time you cried: Yesterday on the way to the doctor's office.
got a real letter: Holy molely, it's been so long I couldn't even tell you.
thing you purchased: The CD I'm listening to--I got it yesterday at Armadillo.
tv program you watched: Seinfeld.
movie you saw at the theatre: Identity. John Cusack is getting OLD. *sigh*

your thoughts on
abortion: Pro-choice.
teenage smoking: Ideally no, but kids are going to do what they're going to do.
pms: exists and can be misery.
premarital sex: Yes, but within certain contexts.
dreams: can be very revealing.

Posting like drunk hooker...um, er, or something.

Yay! I just got back from the *good* dentist's office and my teeth are happy happy happy! I was worried about a potential chip in one of my front teeth, but it turns out that it's just a by-product of my misspent youth where I frittered many a night away grinding my teeth. "You have good teeth, don't worry," the dentist says. Yay! And he didn't charge me for the visit (hooray), which is most excellent because it would have been 100% out-of-pocket if he had.
The only bummer about the visit is what the cost of the next one will be. I love this dentist but it will cost me $200 for a teeth cleaning/exam/xrays. Ouch! That's $200 insurance-free smackaroos. Decisions, decisions...the cheaper dentists in town aren't nearly as good as my dentist but $200...I could fly to DC and back on that kind of cash.
Maybe I'll ask for it as a birthday present from the 'rents? (How pathetic.)