Passing Afternoon

Paris

Live Long Yadda Yadda Yadda

What Madness Boredom Brings

Tattoo Number 3

I've decided this is going to be my next tattoo, at least the phoenix anyway. I'm leaning towards getting the shield done as well, but I haven't made up my mind. I'll have to change the color of the phoenix since I'm pretty sure red and orange aren't going to be noticeable on my skin. I'm thinking of making it blue because I'm a water sign (I never claimed to be deep). Or maybe the phoenix will be black and the rest of the shield blue with the outlines in white ink. I'm also considering adding the Pisces symbol somewhere, perhaps above the head of the phoenix. Clearly, I have a lot of thinking to do.

So This Is What I Have Become

I hit the snooze on my alarm three times this morning. Usually I hit it twice, spend another ten minutes in bed, throw off the covers, and only then do I drag my butt out of bed. Waking up for me is a process, not an event. Each time I hit the snooze this morning, I dreamt about work. About writing emails. At work. I felt so compelled to continue dreaming about writing emails, I hit the snooze three times. I'm sad now.

Birthday Weekend

My birthday this year was decidedly low key, but satisfying.

On the Friday before my birthday, I went to see Kathy Griffin at Madison Square Garden. She was funny enough, not great, but I was exhausted because of work so I think that warped my perception. Also, the alcohol. After the show, as everyone was exiting the building, I saw a guy I went on a date with about a year ago. He saw me too and was as determined to make eye contact as I was to avoid it. I won. I'm just that kind of bitch.

On Saturday, Milton and I ran the Snowflake 3K. We started a few minutes after the gun went off because it took for-ever to find a parking spot that was reasonably close to the park. In the end, we gave up and parked in a metered spot, ran to the race, and then ran in the race. I finished in 24:59, which shocked me. I had taken the week before off because of some wicked shin splints in my left leg, and the rest really made a difference. I was going to post a few pics of myself at the race, but I decided against it since I looked not so much like a runner than a brontosaurus in its final repose, desperately and vainly attempting to inhale another breath to propel itself ever forward, towards a tomorrow that will never come. It was bad, y'all. (I know brontosaurus is now the apatosaurus, but I'll be calling it the brontosaurus until I'm cold in the ground. Screw you, science!)

Sunday and a few pics after the jump.

I really have tp start updating regularly again. Of course, I've been saying that since before my birthday, but this time I mean it. I've been such a social butterfly attending so many glamorous events... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA no. Been working. A lot. And, much as I don't (always) hate a lot of work, it drains me to the point that I never feel like doing anything. I've started to write many posts, only to give up once sentence in. BUT NOT THIS TIME! I shall persevere! I am She-ra, Princess of Power! For the honor of Grayskull! Or Bow! Mostly Bow! And exclamation points!

31

Not any different from 30. Well, except I didn't even bother to go out last night because I was so tired. Sleeping nine hours is just like partying, RIGHT?!

I'm going to have lunch with my mom and friends. This was actually my idea so I only have myself to blame if this turns put to be a disaster. (It won't, but that doesn't mean everyone won't be very uncomfortable.) Alcohol will be involved. I'd like to go out tonight, but I'm not much of a Sunday partier.

What Up?

 

The Hero Factory via Gambrinous with Griffonage.

This is the 9th day in a row that I've worked. I've lost track of what day it is. Don't think I'll be posting much, if at all, this week.