~milk
garbage
(photo outtake from week 32)

we had a funeral today.
we had a great deal of aggravation today.
we had tea and cakes today.

saturday, the Redhead texted me and declared it “random cell phone pic day”, to which i replied, “works for me, babe.”  i decided to share a few with you.  you do not get to see the uber hella goofy one of my face.  shut up.  it’s my site.

i did not get tattooed here, but i know two people who did.

cupcakes are more delicious when served on halloween platters.  duh.

you should eat more vegetables.

tiny cupcakes are a pain in the ass to frost, just so you know.

thirty~three. (star)                                                                                                   ~blown a wish
my bloody valentine

happy valentine’s day

(shot by the Mister)

i think that’s what i should call my book, should there come a time i actually sat down and wrote a book.  and if i did write a book, only 3, possibly 4 people would buy it and i could name those people right now.  but if i did write a book it would be full of things like how much i hate it when certain parents get all preachy about how other parents should raise their children, and how unfailingly infuriating liberal hypocrisy is, and possibly a piece in which i try to explain to certain members of my family that not only am i not a terrorist, racist, bully bent on holding my country hostage, i’m not even a republican.  but they wouldn’t read it anyway.  and i’ll never write that book.  so i think this will just be the title of this late saturday afternoon self portrait.

half of you are googling daniel hannan right now, aren’t you?

today was chilly swimming pools and pancakes and not enough tea and wrapping up an experimental photo project and a little hannan swooning and, of course, knitting, and actual snow! 

please leave a message at the beep

(spike, tabula rasa, buffy the vampire slayer)

hella hectic day.  i think i was at my desk for a grand total of 2 hours, none of which was spent on my computer because i can’t log in, and IT hasn’t the time to help with that, it would seem.

and now my head is throbbing in a most spectacular way.  but.  day 2 passed quickly.  i have more of an idea of what my job will specifically entail, and this is good.  i think i’ll do well here.

i don’t know how i’m going to manage random tomorrow.  so here’s a random – when is series 3 of sherlock happening?

(outtake fun)

i need an electric kettle
and a space heater
and for this stupid blog to let me use courier
and twelvety million dollars
and some new pants