Good Day

Slept in. Slept, slept, slept. It felt good. I fell bright and shiny and awake. Spent a good portion of the afternoon screening my calls. Got three calls begging me to take three different shifts at work, and finally called back when I heard one that I thought was workable... swingshift tomorrow. I am valiantly defending my day off. No, I will NOT come in to work today. Today is for recouperation.

Going out for cheese fries at Sharis in a matter of moments... aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhggggllllllhhh... :::drool:::. Cheese fries are probably the only sure fire way to my good side. If you want me to do something for you, or you want to borrow money, chances are taking me out for cheese fries is a good way to start the sweetening-up process...

Then, home again, home again, I shall wash dishes and vacuum carpets. Cause a clean house makes me feel good.

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If only there were someone around that I could be friends with and have sex with. That means finding something along the lines of Alex from England or Simon from Australia... someone I'm attracted to, who is possesed of at least a slight intelligence, someone I like... but who has little interest in a serious relationship.

That's the boat I want to catch. So that I can have the mental and physical company I crave without putting either of us in excessive danger.

:::sigh:::

Cleaning

I'm soaked through, and I smell like bleach. But my kitchen is almost clean.

When I don't have any food, I tend not to go in my kitchen much, and have, effectively, not seen my kitchen for approximately a week. It's frightening. My ex-roomie left take out empties, paper coke cups and such all over the place. He filled my sink drain with oatmeal. He drank coke out of my Laurel Birch mug (!) and left about a quarter of an inch in there to mold.

On the lighter side, I haven't seen any ants lately. Probably due to my ex-roomies pest control plan, which apparently involved leaving soggy lumps of chew on the carpet at strategic locations. I am SO glad I have brown carpet.

:::looks tired::: Just three more rooms to go!

GRIN

So I was walking about naked, having taken a break from my clean clean cleaning, and I passed a mirror. And what did I see but:


It always surprises me, as I don't normally get to see it, but once I catch sight of it, I always take a few minute pause to just look. I am proud of it. My sister/friends/miscelleneous tell me that I'll regret it, but I don't think so. It's lovely.

Oh, it's on, now....

Shopping list for St. Patrick's Day:

One corned beef brisket.
One leg of lamb, boned.
Kitchen twine.
Ten pounds of potatoes.
two heads of cabbage.
a few parsnips/carrots/onions, etc.
A good wine.
Baking things, flour, sugar, etc.
beer.
Cheap-ass plates.
Cheap-ass glasses.
Candles.
greens: ivy/shamrock/ferns.
Firewood.
A Fireplace screen.
A new bed, w/sheets, just in case...

Things to beg/steal/borrow...

various cooking implements.
Various pots/pans.
plates/glasses.
additional silverware.
miscelleneous.

Estimated cost: an arm and a leg.
Estimated guests: four.
Estimated fun: Lots.

I can't wait... another Saint Pats Party. I am all a-quiver with excitement and hoping it will go as well as 1999.

Oh, and all my friends are invited... however, some real freaks that you don't know will be there, and no sex in my apartment.

But the food will be good...

Must find Vanessa's number...

BORED

How dare all my friends have lives?? They ought to be online, entertaining me. Instead, I'll wander about www.thespark.com...

Bitch-Test:
I am 36% bitch, which is below the average of 41% bitch.

Slut Test:
I am 51% slutty, which technically makes me a slut. I am sluttier than 69% of the world.

Love Test:
I am 52% love. The remaining 48% is sexual lust and greed. I have a morality rating of 5, a love experience rating of 5, a sex experience rating of 5, and an intelligence rating of 7. My melon of desperation has four wedges of discontent.

The Sex Test:
I will have one more sex partner in my life (GAH!!) but I will love them.

TheSpark makes me depressed sometimes.