scrawls.

scrawls

still cheaper than therapy*

15.10.05

saturday sans husband.

5:38 Parking ticket. For eight freaking minutes. Want to flip off the massive freaking HORDE of cops sitting in the fucking parking lot. FUCK OFF. Be annoyed at husband for not DETAILING that one can recieve a PARKING TICKET in the PARKING LOT that we PAY $200 EVERY SEMESTER TO PARK IN. this is the parking lot that WE PAY FOR. your football game is TOMORROW AFTERNOON. can i not have EIGHT FREAKING MINUTES? (husband is gone. i'm ... irritable.)
6:00 Lowes. Halloween costumes (Lowes has vinyl sticker letters that stick to fabric baseball shirts from Target and spell out D - i - m - a - g - g - i - o), real sea sponge, "raw umber" glaze. (Also price outdoor grills just a little bit. Forget to look at fridges.)
7:00 Arrive home. Deconstruct fireplace. Construct m's halloween getup, which consists of stickers. Feed dogs. Put on season 2 of sex and the city that i haven't given back to G yet. Paint fireplace.
Every twenty-some minutes thereafter. New episode.
Continue painting fireplace. Attempt to not get high on paint fumes.
8:30 Recieve phone call from Frenchman detailing trip tomorrow to Renaissance faire.
8:31 Sweep kitchen. They'll pick me up in the morning. Noone can see the pile of dog hair that is my kitchen floor. Clean kitchen. Stow camping gear in garage, finally. also the fireplace can dry, and i can ~~stain~~ glaze it later.
10:20 Occur to self that i was going to have a glass of wine while i was painting the fireplace.
10:30 Occur to self that i haven't had dinner yet. The hell? am i not hungry yet?
11:00 Off to supermarket. right? surely there will be something there i can eat. my fridge has been busted, i have no food. Plus, i need cash for the ren thing. What is my atm? The cashier. Woot. The real question - do i go to Walmart, or the real supermarket? is the real supermarket even open?

Expected rest of evening:
Shave legs.
Make ren faire external cleavage device fit properly after being turned inside out for halloween *last* year and not having been worn since. (honestly, though, what occasions do i have?)

it occurs to one, watching something like sex and the city, i oughtta blog some of this. this awful show. *snicker* why do i watch this crap? who lives like this? (ooh, they said something funny, just there.) are my single girlfriends going to live that? god, i hope they're more empowered if they do.

Notes on sex and the city:
jeez, miranda comes like right away, doesn't she? shit, they all do!
Wonder how N is keeping it samantha. Yay for real people keeping it samantha! (not that N. trust me.)
as long as i'm not charlotte i'll be okay.
if i was a twenty five year old virgin i'd ... oh, right, my little brother reads this.

Maybe i should just go to bed. i must be on paint fumes. i'm fucking hyper. i'm about to crash. i'm probably not safe to drive. i oughtta go to bed. i'm hungry. see? m goes away, i get a huge amount done (the fireplace, and the kitchen, and the costume, and very possibly the leg shaving), and i forget to eat. And i'm blogging funny.

scrawled @ 04:31