| Pottereh. |
[Jan. 2nd, 2008|10:02 pm] |
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You can see my first-ever TEAPOT and some other stuff at flickr! |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 25th, 2007|03:03 pm] |
You can't see the gingerbread moose hiding behind the outhouse. Anton wondered why the gingerbread people were both by the loo - "It smells there!" |
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| Ah, bless. |
[Dec. 13th, 2007|01:26 pm] |
Cats and knitting. They won't get you a date, but they make a place feel like home.
I'm working on my first-ever sock!
Edited with pictures after the ( cut. ) |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 1st, 2007|12:46 pm] |
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I had a dream that I had purple hair. Now I have an intense urge to dye my hair bright purple. |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 10th, 2007|12:39 am] |
Ah, Jennifer.
1. List seven habits/quirks/facts about yourself.
2. Tag seven people to do the same.
3. Do not tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag whoever wants to do it.
1. Sometimes when I can't sleep, I do interior decorating in my head.
2. I actually like the sound of my own voice recorded.
3. I hate having the white part to my fingernails; I try to always keep them trimmed and filed.
5. I suck at flirting with people I'm actually interested in.
6. I have serious issues with underripe bananas.
7. I always kill tagging chains, and don't like instructions.
( I stole the rest, too... ) |
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| Hah. |
[Oct. 28th, 2007|10:00 pm] |
The world's most obnoxious mitten:
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 23rd, 2007|12:06 am] |
It's not a good idea to get single people together in a room talking about sex and making out and being out on the pull.
I can't speak for my co-talkers, but I really want some makin' out. |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 11th, 2007|01:24 pm] |
There's been this pile of clothes moving around my bedroom for the past week or so, that I haven't gotten around to putting away. When Le Man moved onto the couch, it wound up on his formed side of the bed.
Normally, I would have taken care of it much quicker, but I realized I didn't want to clear it, because that would mean that half of the bed was definitively empty.
I put the clothes away this morning. It was pretty sad. |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 7th, 2007|12:00 am] |
Le Man and I broke up.
Not doing too hot right now. |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 25th, 2007|12:22 pm] |
Sometimes other people amaze me. Sometimes in a good way, more often than not, well, not.
I'm often accused of being an elitist, and some days I take that as a compliment, or even just a plain ol' descriptive noun. Fine, I'm an elitist. The world is full of dipshits and asshats.
Sometimes these feelings coincide with monthly hormonal fluctuations and tension headaches. Not always.
I'm just so... sick of people. Down with people. |
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| As seen on the subway |
[Sep. 19th, 2007|08:16 pm] |
Never flattering: Very high-waisted short shorts.
Trust me on this one. |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 18th, 2007|11:48 am] |
Last time I was at IKEA, I found these jersey sheets on massive sale, and this weekend I put them on the bed for the first time. They're so soft and warm, I love it.
You know who also loves it? The cat.
MMM I CAN HAS SOFT IS GREAT! ALSO IS BLACK AND MAH BELLEH IS WHITE I CAN SEE WHERE I'VE ALREADY BEEN. DAT IS ALSO GREAT. |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 10th, 2007|07:48 pm] |
Sometimes my subconscious is so prosaic.
Last night I dreamed that my hair had suddenly gotten long enough to put up into a ponytail. The dream then spent a long time and went into great detail about the troubles I had in making this ponytail look good.
(I'm sure there's deep meaning in the fact that it changed length and curliness throughout, huh?) |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 8th, 2007|06:50 pm] |
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I've gotten stuff accomplished, took a post-rain hot shower, and am wearing velour snuggly pants and finishing knitting my vest. Gotta love it. |
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| Ambivalicious. |
[Sep. 4th, 2007|10:19 am] |
I'm vacillating wildly* about my future. A lot of the time I'm really happy about going into journalism, especially when I manage to sell big pieces to magazines I like**, and then at other times I just want to drop out and go to Thailand, or Scotland, or wherever, for three years. Or move to some dinky little town in the north of Sweden and make coffee for bratty teenagers. Or become a potter.
This is all part of growing up, and of human existence, I know. It's a quarter-life crisis. Of which I have many. But I want a fortune cookie that pretty much grabs me by the underwear elastic and makes my decisions for me. Plz?
* Yes, I listen to too much Smiths. And "oscillate" makes me want to insert an S into vacillate.
** Just happened. |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 3rd, 2007|07:27 pm] |
I glazed the products of my first pottery class. This is some of the stuff that came out pretty well.
( Look! ) |
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