Yesterday was my Liveblog/Livestream of Die Hard 1. Counting myself, my boyfriend and everybody that joined us online, there were four people in attendance. No one stayed for the whole movie, not even me (pee break), but I had a great time and I can’t wait to do it again tomorrow.
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’m still sick. I took the day off today (Monday) and played Skyrim and slept. So I have nothing exciting or interesting to share except that I feel a little bit better. I’ve noticed that the only way to soothe my sore throat is warm liquids, so I need to find some sort of beer helmet that makes and dispenses tea at regular intervals.
Pepper’s been an excellent sick day companion. Except that she’s sort of a blanket hog.
Oh, and Ben brought home giant cupcakes. Because when bad things happen, we get treats. I’m sure that’s not a habit that will come back to haunt us.
Striped red shirt is from Macy’s
Maroon sweater vest is from Target
Striped skirt is from Target
Tights are from Many Hands Trading Company in Corvallis, OR
Leg warmers are from Target
Dansko clogs are from REI
UPDATE: After I scheduled this to post, Ben made us a delicious chicken and garlic pasta dish for dinner, which I promptly threw the hell up. I do not recommend application of stomach acid to a day long sore throat. It was painful. Needless to say, my cupcake remains uneaten. But, I feel miles better this morning (Tuesday), if a little shaky from having thrown up the majority of the solid food I ate yesterday. Due to my own cooking prowess I had tea and toast for breakfast, and microwave tomato soup for lunch. And I had to make the toast twice because I completely burnt the first round. In my defense, we make our toast in the oven since the toaster is broken. So it’s a lot easier to fuck up than toaster toast.
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
While I was editing this album I realized something. This outfit totally reminds me of Pinkie Pie from My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Ponies I love on that show, in order from most loved to least loved are: Rainbow Dash, Applejack, Rarity, Twilight Sparkle, Zecora the witchpony, Granny Smith, Princess Luna, Princess Celestia, Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy.
Oh, you know, she’s only MY SECOND LEAST FAVORITE PONY WORTH MENTIONING.
My real least favorite is Derpy because she makes me uncomfortable.
And not for politically correct reasons. That would be hypocritical.
What the fuck is her cutie mark anyway? Is that lizard skin? Whichever of the writers made Derpy’s special ability psoriasis is a mean, lonely bitch.
Bandana from REI
Black sweater from Macy’s
Maroon shirt from Target
Blue Undershirt from The Gap
Skirt from The Gap
Leggings from Target
Socks were a gift
Vans from the Van’s store
In a couple of these shots, you can see the edge of my LG Tone Wireless Headset. They’re on sale right now for ‘cyber Monday week’ and if you’re looking for a wireless headset, these are my jam. I love them. They’re easy to pair, easy to connect, comfortable as hell, and really convenient. They solve the only problem that I had when I switched from my ipod to my phone: inaccessible controls. We’re basically inseparable.
Oh, and you should watch this. This kid is the voice of Finn the Human on Adventure Time. And this shit’s hilarious.
I know what you’re thinking. I’m a grown woman who still watches children’s cartoons. You’re right, my life is pretty awesome. I like to think of myself as an example. Something to aspire to, really.
So it has recently come to my attention that I already had a post called The Pinkening. Fairly recently, actually. So this post shall henceforth be known as The Other Pinkening.
Rugby shirt from Target
Miniskirt from Target
Leggings from Target
Socks from Target
PF Flyers from Target. Just kidding, they were a Christmas gift from Ben’s dad.
Fuck, I fucking love Target!
Oh, and in a random and poorly sampled social experiment, I asked the citizens of Reddit what it was they felt they were not allowed to do as women, and as men. Got a multitude of interesting results, along with some wacky men’s rights dudes being super dramatic. But otherwise, good data.
Me: Is that sentence about men’s rights wackos offensive?
Ben: I don’t know, but is it really necessary?
Then I made a sound with my nose and the back of my throat that I hope conveyed the sentiment: Um, seriously? Almost nothing I do is necessary.
Men’s rights guys aren’t all wackos, just some of them are. I mean, when decades of white guilt finally gets an exit hole, it blasts itself through with such force that the entire organism starts to vibrate with the screech of a thousand years of entitlement and privilege only recently curtailed. It’s kind of elegant, really. But seriously, some of the rage that sits right behind the eyes of these men’s rights dudes is fucking shoot-em-up ultra-violence scary to me.
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
This outfit was really comfortable, and I felt totally cute all day. As you may be able to see from the bunching around the knees, the leggings should have been a size smaller, but whatever, they were really cozy! I feel I must confess that I didn’t actually wear the taos heels to work, I wore my ever present Merell flats, but I’m so sick of seeing them in my outfit posts that I changed my shoes for the pictures.
Belt is from some (ugly) Charter Club slacks I bought at Macy’s. Honestly, I have no idea what I was thinking when I bought those.
Black top is from The Gap
Blue tank is from Target
Pink Skirt is from The Gap
Black leggings are from Macy’s
Mary Janes are from Taos
I bought this skirt on clearance at Target for, like, 6 bucks and I love it. It has pockets! Also, it’s basically see-through, so that’s why I’m wearing leggings under it.
Cardigan is from Macy’s. I cant remember the brand and I can’t find it right now. It might be NY & Co.
Olive tank is from Target
Black undershirt is from The Gap
Skirt is from Target
Leggings from Target
Merell flats from REI
I’ve been wearing these Merrell shoes a lot lately. They’re the perfect work shoes, so comfortable and low-profile. I got them on sale at REI, and I always look on the sale rack for Merrells when I go there. I wish they weren’t so expensive. These are 100 bucks! I can’t pay that for slip ons!
Houndstooth dress from Ross
Vest from Ross
Leggings from Target
Merrell Shoes from REI