Dood.

Is this why people got so much shit done back in the day?

Without the internet I:

- hung up a shoe rack

- picked up all my shoes from the floor and put them in the rack (this was seriously time consuming)

- packed most of my garb for Pennsic (it's only 18 days away!!!)

- found "broken" garb and sewed it. I fixed my green corset with duct tape and thread so the metal boning doesn't jab out of the leather anymore. HUZZAH! i also sewed up my patchwork corset so that it's not all shredded and showing the under cloth (which is white and stands out, hence the need to sew), and sewed a shirt and 3 skirts....

- .... all while watching BSG. I'm close to the end of the season, so I'm going to stop now so that I can get the second season (BILL, THAT IS A HINT *grins*) cause I hate dealing with cliffhangers if I don't have to.

I am tired of sweating. I can't seem to get cool at home. I'm restless and thinking too much. It takes forever to get to sleep. Yes, it's hot, but it's not THAT hot. I think I'm still regulating my temperature and such from my thyroid meds finally being on target. It's sort of like being on speed.

My boss brought in big bakery cookies. OH OATMEAL RAISIN!! HOW YOU TEMPT ME!

OH! Hahahahhha... Mister gave me $5 yesterday and said "Wherever you got those cookies from, get more of them!" and I was like "uhhhh... I got them from my fiancé's aunt's house, cause they were having a memorial service for her mom, and I'm PRETTY sure the bakery is near BUFFALO, so I prolly won't be getting there anytime soon". He laughed and told me to find some somewhere else then. So I am on Cookie ReCon.

Still 223.5 though. I feel so bloated though. What did I eat for dinner? Shit. Uhmm.. OH! I was going to cook and decided "fuck it" and had a bowl of cereal. I love Raisin Nut Bran. Hmmm.. I think I just like raisins. hmmmm...

In other cuteness....

AAAHHH!!!


more cat pictures

*giggles*


more cat pictures

HAHAHAH!

My family, let me show you how I love them.

Trisha sent me back some discs I sent to her for her computer at home (work crap) and she also sent back Oregon Trail for the computer & for the PlayStation, TETRIS! *grins*

SOOO CUTE! :D

ETA: Trish's grandmother (Grandma Millie!) is here right now, with her aunt (Auntie Roz), and they both told me I looked like I lost weight. *teehee* YAY! When grandmas say it, it's totally true. *mega grins*

I wanna learn to shoot.

I do not aim with my hand;
He who aims with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
I aim with my eye.

I do not shoot with my hand;
He who shoots with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
I shoot with my mind.

I do not kill with my gun;
He who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father.
I kill with my heart.

*SNORT*

I don't buy this.

Your result for The Attachment Style Test...

The Free Agent

You like to be independent, to play by your own rules. You're not terribly interested in finding a partner and settling down, and it makes you nervous to imagine that someone might depend on you for anything. Were you to find the right partner--someone as independent as you, probably--you'd not be too put out about sharing your adventures with him/her.

Fictional characters with whom you might identify: Han Solo (Star Wars), Beatrice ("Much Ado About Nothing")

Other Attachment Types:
Secure:	The Unicorn	|	The Cuddleslut	|	The Free Agent
Preoccupied:	The Cling Wrap	|	The Squid	|	The Insect
Fearful:	The Doormat	|	The Leper	|	The Exile
Dismissing:	The Hermit	|	The Stone	|	The Player
Confused:	The Waffler

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AAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!

I HAVE INTERNETS!!!!!!ONES!!1!!1!!!!!11!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!ELEVENSIES!!!!