Posts filed under 'all the pretty thoughts'
I’ve moved to a new apartment. My new-to-me shower head is one of those detachable jobbers with a hose that hangs down. Annoyed by how the hose obscures things in the basket that hangs behind it, I decided that I needed to change out the shower head. I enjoy being able to take the shower head out of its holster and lazily rinse myself off, but despise its hosey leash. Obviously, I realized this morning, the solution to the problem is a wireless shower head. All I need is the teleportation technology to catch up and mobile spray nozzles will be mine.
February 18th, 2009
After months of wondering, I’m pretty sure my knee will someday soon not send electric currents of pain through my leg when I fall. That the pain limited to “when I fall” and not “when I walk or sleep or stand up after sitting for too long” is amazing to me.
After a reminder from a friend to be honest with myself about my intentions and fears regarding derby tryouts, I’ve found it surprisingly easy to apply that honesty to the rest of my life. The results have been mixed, but mostly positive.
On that note, I’ve learned that asking direct questions and not accepting half-assed responses sometimes gets you the answer you expected but didn’t particularly want.
I have more faith in my acupuncturist than in my HMO. If he did pap smears I’d never go back to Kaiser again. I’m kind of glad he doesn’t though… that would be creepy.
Hope is amazing, fragile and frightening.
Derby and the people I’ve met through it save my soul on a daily basis.
I can live without gluten, sugar, booze and yeast based products. I’ll probably try to still cut out a lot of the sugar and wheat, but I’m very excited to reintroduce bourbon back into my diet.
There is some form of wheat and sugar in every pre-packaged processed food I eat. Except for Amy’s Kitchen frozen foods. I want to have Amy’s babies. She’s saved my sanity.
If your refrigerator dies and comes back to life and you have to buy all new food, that may be a good time to decide to change your diet. Not, say, 2 weeks later when you’ve already bought a whole lot of food you can no longer eat. I’m looking at you cheddar cheese… you taunt me.
I can be frustratingly difficult towards my boyfriend. I am grateful that he is patient.
He can be frustratingly difficult towards me. I hope I can show him the same kind of patience and understanding he shows me.
We can cook an entire Thanksgiving meal for five people and not kill each other. Not even once.
If you’re going to slice your finger open, best to do it the day after Thanksgiving.
I just might want to be doing something better with my life.
December 3rd, 2008
My acupuncturist is awesome. He’s managed to help me take a lot of the edge off the knee pain. He asks me intuitive questions that none of my HMO-Hospital Doctors ever do and that I never think to bring up, like “How do you sleep?” and “You sometimes have heart palpitations, don’t you?”. He’s pegged my nervous personality and calls me out on it. He’s aware of the fact that it is insanely hard for me to relax any muscle in my body. And he sticks needles into my soft fleshy bits. It’s kind of creepy, but very cool.
My acupuncturist works out of the back of a crystal shop, which I initially thought was very weird. But then I remembered I used to get bikini waxes in a shed behind a woman’s house when I first moved to LA, so maybe I shouldn’t judge. Also, the metered parking in front is only a quarter for an hour and you can’t really beat that.
My acupuncturist has some inspirational art on the walls. After he’s done looking at my tongue, taking my pulse and sticking me with needles, I’m left alone for about 15 minutes. If turn my head to the right, I look at a lovely photo of a beach and a boardwalk. If I turn my head to the left, there is a poster with sky, a river and mountains with an inspirational quote in a generic new-agey script font. It is kerned wrong. And while I’m trying to relax, trying to let the needles do their job and using this time, this precious mid-work-week break, to just chill out a little bit, a part of my brain is screaming “ITS THAT FONT YOU HATE AND IT IS DONE WRONG!”
Do you think there is an acupuncture point for relaxing the anal retentive typography dork screaming in my head?
Okay, Roger. Your turn.
Tags: acupuncture, typography
November 14th, 2008
Yes you, Vegan Zucchini Bread people! I see you googling for no-egg vegan zucchini bread recipes with my super powers of word press dashboard stats. I hope my recipe is answering your vegan zucchini bread questions. As a favor to me, would you, if you try the recipe, let me know how you like it and what can be done to improve it? I take suggestions very well. Thanks!
Tags: google, question, stats, vegan zucchini bread
August 23rd, 2008
What I’d like to do with my $600 check, which I should be getting around June 13th:
Get a new digital camera to replace the wet one: $250
Replace my brakes: $350
Pay for my ticket back from Fattyburger: $315
Buy my Rollercon ticket: $207
Take my cats to the vet: $150
Pay my mom back for the money she lent me to pay my taxes: $1000
Total: $2,272
Hm… I think I need to rejig my math. I didn’t even put any skate upgrades on there.
Tags: math, money, taxes
May 21st, 2008
I have difficulty saying: mustache
I can never spell correctly: restaurant (thanks spell check)
Pairs I love: puppy biscuit; dental pick
Shakespearian character with the most fun to say name: Polonious
Feel free to add some of yours. I’m having some writing blockage so help me out with some lovely lovey words.
May 13th, 2008
I woke up in an amazing amount of pain around 4am, convinced that someone had put four very tiny elephants in my right elbow.
It’s still sore. It must be their pointy tusks.
Tags: , dream, elbow, elephants, pain
April 4th, 2008
Rick-rolling. (Look it up on Wikipedia if you need to. I’ll wait.)
It’s never funny.
Also, it may cause me to plan to slice your Achilles tendons in your sleep.
Thaaaanks.
Tags: grr, hate, psa, rick-rolling, stab, violence
April 1st, 2008
– I am freakin’ full of rage today. Rarrr. Rarr. I bet you can feel my rage through the Internets.
– I am also very tired. I haven’t really slept well since Saturday when I slept all day. Probably contributing to massive rage issue.
– Also, also, my eye is twitching like I’m stressed out or something.
– On a note that’s possibly related to all of this, tryouts for derby are on April 15th.
Make of this list what you will. I am too tired to analyze it.
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I offered to let the boyfriend try to get to second base with Scarlet Johansen should he ever have the opportunity (and given the way that the holllywood types have been showing up at derby, its totally within the realm of possibility). He’s been cursing his social awkwardness ever since the offer has been made. I was just being funny, but the whole conversation got me thinking.
Do kids in other countries use culturally appropriate sports metaphors for touching a girl’s boobies? I’m sure there’s a good “I knocked her wicket right off” joke in there somewhere. See above about the tired.
March 27th, 2008
1 _ I’m not going to hold myself to writing here every week. That’s just silly. I’m not a writer and you know what… its okay.
2 _ I like Gala apples better than Fujis for eating, but they should go into a pie together.
February 8th, 2008
Not resolutions… just things I’d like to get done.
1. Post more. Like try for once a week maybe.
1b. Be more observant.
2. Take one photo a day.
3. Update wordpress. Done. 1/11/08
4. Start posting clothes and shoes on eBay.
5. Move.
6. Try Rollerderby.
January 9th, 2008
me: i hope the dermatologist doesn’t cut out bits of my face tomorrow.
me: but if he’s going to do it, i’d rather not come back for another appointment
scott: is there any other day that’s better for cutting out parts of your face?
me: there’s no day like tomorrow, i guess
me: wow
me: apathetic and procrastinative.
August 15th, 2007
only because I’m lazy. Sure clean lines, and simple shapes and lots of whitespace are lovely.
And only take 20 minutes to do.
March 20th, 2007
invent a pill that would make cats not shed, I would be a gazillionaire.
March 4th, 2007