Thursday, August 28, 2003
There’s a cricket living in my garage. And with the acoustics in the garage, he sounds like the biggest cricket in the history of cricketdom. He’s not a cricket, he’s a Cricket. He’s Cricketasaurus Rex. The Cricket does not need a prop. When I walk out into my breezeway (which is now technically a mudroom […]
So breasts. Got em? Like em? Go sponsor Diaryland’s own Marn in her Boobtacular endeavor. I’m happy to be a Bazoonga supporter myself. God only knows what I’d have to talk about if I wasn’t all boobalicious. I had a half day on Friday, so I went shopping for summer clearances because the siren call […]
Thursday, August 21, 2003
I’ve decided to free The Precious on the comments section. I had been holding out, waiting for specific residents of Texas to register for JournalCon, but then I decided that I was being very evil and also using psychological torture in certain cases. Oh. And Mare’s going to JournalCon. And Eeky too. And a bunch […]
Stop’ part one of this entry is here. Go read it. I’ll wait. Phew. Penny and Carissa asked if I would do their hair for our evening’s hotness. I accepted the challenge, complimented that they feel that confident in my beautifying techniques to entrust their heads to me. It’s been a weird summer, as this […]
My lips are back to normal. But for awhile? They were frighteningly large. Now, they only look as though they need serious exfoliating, but I suspect that were I to attempt a little sugar scrub,
So my lips. I had noticed a wee bit of tightness associated with sunburn on Sunday. I was a little irritated by this because I actually had specifically put on lip stuff with spf 25. But it was no matter, for they were tight and somewhat sore and red. I put on some Lush lip […]
Work has been kicking my ass and calling me ‘Nancy’ for several months now. When summer hit, I decided that working all of the extra hours and hours was self-destructive. Not only was I not about to miss another summer, but if I worked the extra hours to try to catch up, it was never […]
Wednesday, August 6, 2003
Esteban heard back from his doctor, who agrees with ‘Dr. Asshole’ (as Esteban now refers to the hospital doctor guy) in that the culprit is most likely the teeny tiny little ulcers around his hiatal hernia. She said that with men in their late twenties/early thirties, this condition is almost always gastrointestinal. We’ll know in […]
So Esteban. He’s been feeling very tired recently. When we went to the Ren Faire, he kept lagging behind, unable to keep up with me, even from the first minute we got out of the car. I had been impatient with him, kept stopping and exasperatingly saying ‘Would you COME ON!’ He stopped drinking caffeine […]
