The March Hare

YAY! I have new toys to play with. A black and chrome typewriter from 1946 is perfect working condition AND my new Evo. w00t!

Dear Drafty-Ass House on TSTC campus, I hate you more than words can express. I cannot feel my legs and feet whenever I walk into the kitchen. A cool wind blows across me every time I sit on the toilet. This is unacceptable.

"The Arabian Dance - Leather, coffee, hazelnut, tobacco, and Middle Eastern spices." - It smells like thick black hazelnut coffee and clove cigarettes. I'm on the fence about this one.

It's been five years and I'm finally convincing myself to toss the old Alice costume. Trying not to have an emotional moment.

Beatnix opened back up??? Why didn't anyone tell me Beatnix was back??? My period of mourning can be over, no more relying on second-rate(or third, or fourth) Starbucks for yummy coffee!!

Snow on Friday? Shiiiiiiiiiit.

I really really REALLY hope next week is better than last week. The good news is that the gamble I took on BPAL's Werewolf I'd Like to Fuck REALLY paid off... damn me for only getting one bottle!

Got a lot of compliments on my tattoo... in a Catholic hospital, strangely enough. Any looks of terror I received were in a lil' mom and pop shop in McGregor.

The Russian Dance: Florentine iris, black tea, labdanum, patchouli, champaca flower, benzoin, and ambergris. - *weeps* PLEASE work with my skin chemistry, I'm BEGGING you!!

Nine times out of ten, the best family is the family you weren't born with.

I do need to curl up with a good book.. one where good ultimately triumphs over evil and everything's alright in the end, no matter how perilous the journey. Why the hell is my Lord of the Rings trilogy in the damned storage unit??

Didn't sleep at all last night. Looks like it's gonna be a caffeine powered work day!

Fuck. I do not want to see what Friday looks like.

Done with today. Going to bed.

Well.

Urgh. Tummy hurts.

I can tell just by looking in the mirror that today's going to be an interesting day at work....

Oh shit. I made way too much jasmine rice.

Watching people and conversing with them stresses even further my disgust with those who put material objects or selfish success in their careers before their families. I hope that I'll forever remember what's important: Experience, not objects or things. People you care for, not your own selfish gain.

The smell of garlic throughout the house elevates all moods!

I have two chuck roasts marinating in bulgolgi sauce.

Shepherd's pie in the oven, almost time for the moment of truth. Will we eat it for dinner or will it be left over tamales??

My tits are trying to burst right out of this bra. Damn you, hormones!!

I have to tell myself that things will get better. Thankfully, there are shoes and BPAL for that.

Ohh, I forgot how awesome Salux torture is... I may have to do another one tonight, just so I can be relaxed AFTER work.