Like Persephone making her way up from the underworld I am now glimpsing the relief that spring will bring me.
Winter is so hard on me and these last 4 or so have been grueling. The cold, the lack of sun, being cooped up inside, it all wears on you. This winter was not terrible as Ethan sent me the greatest, brightest sunlight replicating lightbulbs ever. These things are pure science, so bright they practically light up the neighborhood.
They did help, absolutely.
But still I find myself weary and tired of the weather, of that awful biting wind and the overcast days. It’s tough to be beaten down like that by something you have no control over.
And yet the sun is coming out and the weather is warming and the pomegranate seed of hope is rolling about on my tongue.

I need to just get one of those sites where you post pithy nuggets as you go through the day because I never have big posts anymore, just lots of little things that I try to accumulate and post all at once. I forget about 78% of them.
I forget about 78% of everything including the reasons why I ever liked you in the first place*.
So let’s see, what’s up in funkytown, population: me…
Finally got my hair cut. It was getting bad. Owen and I just could not coordinate schedules and we were hugely busy with our own stuff. I’m totally rocking the blonde tips and trailer trash roots. It’s funny how this morning my roots were cringeworthy and this evening they’re an intentional fashion statement. I’ve been doing the ultra-butter blonde for some time now, might be ready for a change. The problem is that when I do blonde I can add whatever fun color I want on top of it. You can’t really put blue or pink tips on brunette hair. Much to consider.
With the help of a friend I changed the brakes on my car once. It was an all day endeavor. David came over this afternoon and changed his brakes in like an hour. Crazy. I love how some things can be massive undertakings or just a quick task depending on how you approach them. Granted, when i changed my brakes it was a learning experience and we also changed out the rotors and brake fluid.
Trying again to quit smoking. I’m down to one a day and up to about 15 clementines a day. The problem is that I really really like smoking. We’ll see how this goes. I’d like to be positive, but also i’d like to punch somebody in the face.
Why is it that when people think of or write about revenge they are reminded of me? Rarely do I wage revenge, it’s a dirty business, but when I do I’m quiet and subtle about it. I prefer schadenfreude to straight up revenge, but you knew that about me.
Went and saw Hotel Rwanda last night. I don’t think I spent so much time crying at a movie in such a long time. I went home feeling like I had been beat up. There’s a lot I want to say about this movie, but I’ll just tell you to go see it. Go see it now. Then come home and ponder what the fuck the academy was thinking when they handed the award to Jamie Foxx.
Dear April, scratch…scratch…scritch…scrape.
I need a vacation. Desperately.
My dog has a crush on a footrest.
Note to boys…
PMS = PRE menstrual syndrome. Pre = BEFORE. If I have PMS as characterized by the urge to consume the flesh off your body I am not, at that moment, experiencing ‘that time of the month’. That will happen 8-10 days later. So, later, when I say “my feet are bloated and I have cramps and I want to cry.” the proper response is not, “I thought you had your period last week”.
But neither is “hey, at least you don’t…”
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
the way your body look really make me feel nauuughty
I almost said the absolute wrong thing tonight. It was a total joke but the brain filters are working hard because they caught the joke and determined that it fell way too far into the “it’s funny because it’s true” zone. Thank you, brain filters.
I finally managed to pickk out David’s birthday present. I think it’s a good thing. We’ll see what he says next friday.
I’m off. later peepmobiles.
* standard disclaimer: no…that was NOT about anyone specific so stop asking. Besides, I’d never forget why I didn’t like them.

I’ve learned a valuable lesson this week. It’s not just the vicodin that makes me slow, it’s the lack of coffee that makes me boring too. It’s Wednesday, vicodin should be completely out of my system, I should be back on my game charming and shocking those around me with my witty observations and my pithy turns-of-phrase.
I’m having these conversations that should be spilling over with witty rejoinders and double entendre and yet all I can really manage is pedestrian observation.
Screw this being healthy bullshit. Coffee tomorrow morning and forever!
Last night I spent 8.5 billion hours emailing pictures from my phone to my computer. Motorola makes software to connect your phone to your computer but it’s only for PC’s, I use Macs both at home and at work. Oddly, I couldn’t think of anyone I saw regularly enough who had a pc and a fast connection and would want to load the software on their computer. So I emailed them. Yay for unlimited pictures sent. If things go well and I decide that I have enough pictures that are 1) interesting, 2) not the dog or 3) David I’ll post something fun.
I have raging PMS right now. FUCK. I hate hate hate that I’m standing there and part of me is furious at something and another part of me is calmly looking at the situation and saying “you know, you wouldn’t get pissed about this any other time”. So to anyone who got in my path today and yesterday, I’m sorry, I’ll return your limbs in a couple days.
I had a dream that I was making out with David while he was reading the bible to me (specifically, the very beginning). I don’t really want to know what this means at all. Good kissing…creation story…kissing…god. Also, in my dream he could both read out loud AND kiss. Talented.
Why do sugar cookies always taste like underbaked glue? Why do I keep eating them?
yo, later
ps
I just went in to edit a grammatical error, went back to read it and realized it was right in the first place. slow slow slow