I know I talked about it yesterday, but I am loving The Steel Remains so incredibly hard right now. I’m half way through and I don’t want this book to ever end. Ringil is such an unmitigated bad ass, I wish I were awesome enough to have him as my spirit animal. At a time in my life where I’m feeling like I need to reclaim some of the massive, fire-breathing rage it took me years to learn how to stop from being my first response to things, this character is helping to guide me back to my core.
I notice that there are times when a little blunt force goes a long fucking way, and I have stopped taking advantage of those times. I did so in the interest of being able to live in society and be employed and have friends, but I think I’ve taken the nice girl routine a little too far as of late. For example, I never would have had to wait two weeks with my thumb up my ass in an apartment with a broken toilet, just wishing someone would notice my patient daily calls and pleasant messages before. I mean, they probably would have tried to evict me for the fit I threw and then not fixed my toilet for two weeks out of spite. But that’s why life is about balance. Sometimes it’s just nice to let people know you’re upset. Not get abusive of course, but not continue to be polite past the point of their rudeness.
Anyway, our toilet got fixed today (at long last), and only after I threw a micro-fit on the phone with the management company. But I came home to see some dirty water drips leading from the living room and into the bathroom, which is totally normal, but I also saw them extend about 2 feet into the bedroom, which I am not overly fond of. The plumber also left his sweater here, so I’m going to text him and tell him to a. come and get his shit and b. stay the hell out of my bedroom.
Next time it won’t take two weeks. They’ll wake up with my dick in their mouth if that’s how it has to be between us. It just takes so much more effort to be an asshole about everything.
UPDATE: Ben says that he thinks the spots leading into our bedroom are the dog’s footprints, not the plumbers, which actually makes more sense. So never mind about that bedroom part. Everything else stands. Cultivating rage, etc.
Striped shirt from Target
Maroon Shirt from Target
American Rag shorts from Macy’s
Deanna Cotton Ribbed Tights from Sock Dreams
Leg Warmers from Target
Dansko clogs from REI
I only actually slept between the hours of 4:30 and 7:30 this morning, and it’s 10:30 p.m. now, so this is probably going to make less sense then cows on a calculus. But a woman has to try.
I made a commitment to weekdaily posts, and I don’t back down. What’s the difference between a dedicated blogger and a pit bull with lipstick? The pit bull knows when to let go. Also, she takes the time to at least attempt to work on her appearance. Obviously the blogger stopped caring years ago.
Guess who had burgers for dinner and chili cheese fries for desert? Ben. But I helped.
Also, watch this. I already tweeted about it, but 60 whole people read my blog, only 520 people follow me on twitter, so… Wait, for real? It used to be 530. I must have scared them away when I told them to watch this. Whatever, who needs those people. Watch this, you won’t regret it. I laughed until I cried, and that’s not just because my eyes were starting to swell due to over exposure.
Can you tell why my knees are bad at 27? It’s because I stand like a damn double amputee all the fucking time! WHY CAN’T I STAND LIKE A HUMAN INSTEAD OF A MARIONETTE?!
Scarf is from a shop on Main Street in Seal Beach on Main Street. Beyond that, I have no memory of it.
Jacket is from a thrift store
Green long sleeved shirt is from The Gap
Maroon tank is from Target
Wrap-around skirt is from Many Hands in Corvallis, OR
Leg warmers are from Target
Merrell’s are from REI
Guess who’s a little bit drunk in these pics. It’s Ben. Just kidding, it’s totally me. And before you ask, I have no idea why I’m making the angry face in some of them. Ben and I went to Octoberfest and I had 22 ounces of hard cider and ended up like this. I’m a cheap date.
Also, the cat has recently (in the last hour and a half) decided that we’re in love, and she won’t stop jumping up on my desk to purr, sit on my keyboard and push all my shit off into the floor by rubbing her head on it. I guess she’s finally over being angry at the humans for the existence of dog.
Oh, and some of you are probably like “isn’t she in a 12 step program?” Yep. Still am, this isn’t a horrible, tragic relapse or anything. There are about a million more 12 step programs than the drunk one (although you wouldn’t believe it to hear them tell it!) and the reason I never say what program I’m in is because it violates the anonymity clause. I think it’s kind of obvious from reading my blog what program I might be in, but if you ever want to know, just email me, I’ll tell you in private, I have no qualms. Sometimes I get a little amazed that, with my genetics I’m not an alcoholic. But then I buy a beer, drink half the neck and leave the rest to sweat itself to death. It’s really rare to see me even this drunk. So don’t you feel lucky?
Scarf is from REI
Misfits shirt was a gift from my dad
Green undershirt from The Gap
Skirt is Forever 21
Green tights are from Target
Socks are also from Target
Vans from the Vans Store
I’m too tired and it’s too late for any more of my own bullshit right now. Go check out the comments on my last post and let me know what you think of that.
Basically, I called a dude out for being rude, and so he came to my blog and was rude to me all afternoon. It got Ben all upset, but I was totally fine with it, in fact, I’m glad the guy said something. I mean, he’s right, not a lot of people read this blog, so it’s nice to get some response. Although they’re a little more hostile than my usual comments, I did kind of start it by calling him out. From time to time I cross a line where my trying to be honest and ‘tell it like it is’ turns into uncalled for cuntiness, but this isn’t one of those times. The nature of his response is such that I feel completely justified in what I said.
Drum shirt from Target
Green Tank from The Gap
Black skirt from The Gap
Hounds-tooth Cons from the thrift store
Pepper was really excited to be included in this outfit post. I’m not actually sure if you can tell that because her ears are plastered to her neck like we’re about to punish her for something. But, rest assured, she expressed her joy quite well in other ways. Like licking me all over my face and neck.
We’ve been seeing those ears come up a little more lately, which is really nice, but she still looks terrified every time she gets excited about something. I’m not entirely sure why she puts her ears back when she’s happy, she doesn’t do it all the time. Usually she reserves it for when she’s excited about us, like when we come home for work, or when we’re about to give her a treat. The closer she is to us, the more her ears will go back.
I’m trying a little bit of the Tellington T Touch, and to be honest, I’m not sure if it’s real helpful, although I guess it probably helps her acclimate to being touched by us in a non-stressful manner. I tried some on the cat too. She’s not amused.
You can see evidence of her derpy tooth in this photo, where it sort of looks like she’s growling at me, but she’s not:
They see me derpin’, they hatin’
Glasses are Bebe (I wear them when my eyes are overtired)
Shirt is from the Thrift Store
Skirt is from Torrid
Leggings from Target
Shoes are (of course) Merrell
So this weekend was filled with lots and lots of activity. Grandma continues to be good. Ben and I went and visited her on Saturday. She was uncomfortable, and really tired. Every time she fell asleep, something beeped, or somebody came in and woke her up. I guess exhaustion makes my grandma a little bit xenophobic. Her nurse was a very nice older lady with an accent, and while she was explaining something to her, grandma turned to me and said “I don’t understand why they can’t get anybody who speaks English in this place.” I felt terrible for the poor nurse who was doing everything. I should have apologized when we left, but she looked busy, so I just thanked her. Lots of other stuff happened, this was a long weekend preceded by an even longer week. I had a lot of fun, but I’m actually a little glad to be going back to work.
Green polo shirt from the thrift store
Tan Skirt from Torrid
Merrell slip ons from REI
I’m pretty sure I’ve worn this or a version of this before. Oh well.
The photos where I’m showing my nails didn’t come out that great, and it’s a shame because they were this wonderful matte yellow that I was fairly proud of. I got it by combining Revlon Top Speed #305 Electric and Pop Nail Glam #33 de-glaze.
T-shirt is from The Gap
Dress is from Ross
Underskirt is from Target
Saltwater Sandals are from Amazon
I love painting my nails, but I often feel that after a few days of being painted, they get weak and brittle. I think this is because they don’t get enough air with all the varnish on top of them. So I’ve started only painting the top portion of my nail, leaving the beds to air out. I call it the half mast manicure. I think it works. My nails don’t feel weaker, but they still get to be pretty.
The way I achieved the manicure I have in this What I Wore is I painted a majority of the nail with Revlon 571 Posh (green), let it dry completely, then applied Sally Hanson Salon Effects 240 Check It Out (houndstooth) to the top of the nail, leaving a stripe of green exposed. I cut the nail strips in order to save as much as possible, but that meant losing the handy strip tab that separates the strip itself from the white backing and the clear cover. So if you’re not good at pulling near invisible clear plastic coverings off of sticky things with one hand, you may want to just let the extra go to waste for the benefit of your sanity.
Jacket from Talbot’s via the thrift store
Vest is from Ross
Green shirt is from somewhere that I forgot
Skirt is from the thrift store
Socks are from Target
Houndstooth Converse are from a vintage shop, now defunct.