A Little Space

It is perhaps time to go back to Ikea and see if they have the table I want back in stock.

I'm So Tired

I'm poor. It bugs me.

Tomorrow I have to pay the gas company, which is likely going to mean taking more money out of an account I can't really afford to drain.

This fails to make me happy.

Tuesday Wednesday Break My Heart

I am having something of an existential crisis, which is of course never a good time. I feel like I'm not really accomplishing...anything at all, basically, with my life. I'm not even getting any crafty things done, which are a big part of What I'm Doing With My Life.

I have a health condidtion which does not help, and I'm having financial stress which is also contraindicated. I want a pony or something.

Hard On the Knees

Well, well, well.

Spent the afternoon with Cass, as Luke was off doing one of those annual-old-friend-pilgrimage things. And it turns out that Cass's roommate has lost some weight since the last time I saw him. And he's...well.

Well, well, well.

"Looking good" is the phrase.

And through conversation with Cass, I discovered that, not only is he looking smokin' hot and also a really fun guy and very intelligent, he's also kinky. As in, he's a dom. And not currently attached.

Well, well, well.

Fire Am I

I really need an altar. I really really need an altar. I need somewhere where I can put things and not worry that the cats are going to decide that that spot is exactly where they need to land after making a spectacular flying leap and I need to have some stability about where I put all my shit in general.

Perhaps I ought to go to Ikea and get something table-like. Preferably with shelves and/or drawers. I can paint, it'll work.

Gone Away, Oh Gone Away

It popped out Saturday morning, with a little bit of help. Basically all that was holding it in was a bunch of crud that hadn't solidified into actual skin yet, so it didn't hurt at all. And thus endeth the great piercing experiment. Think I'll just stick with my ears from now on.

Losing You

Looks like my estimate of a month was wildly optimistic; the second nipple ring's going to be out before the weekend's over at the rate it's going. It's not outside the realm of possibility that it'll pop tonight, in fact. At least I'll get to stop worrying about it.

And, of course, my period is starting, just in time for the weekend which is when I generally get laid. Sometimes being female is less fun than one might hope. On the other hand at least I don't have to mess around with maintaining my place in the male hierarchy at all times, so it's fair enough.