Monday, February 28, 2011
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Bai-Bai, Kittehs. :(
I've seen this artist mentioned before, by Beckie, I believe.
But I was blog-hopping briefly and came across the music video for the song on The Few, The Proud, The Wife.
The Video Gave Me Chills.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Friday, February 25, 2011
That’s right, folks! My birthday is exactly four weeks away!
Back when I worked at Salon Visage in Knoxville, TN, we had this little dry erase board at the front desk we would use to leave important notes for the day.
It usually ended up being a place where salon coordinators would doodle. This particular creation was drawn exactly one year ago by Mickayla, who is not only a former co-worker but also my RA in my first year of college.
She is awesome.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Nashville is paranoid. Trembling on the edge of the couch, fretfully looking out the window every five minutes paranoid.
Ever since that big ole nasty flood last May, Nashville gets downright skittish around rain.
So, right now, we have some rain going on. It's been raining off and on since this morning. It's mostly in Kentucky, though.
I’m not worried, however. I love the rain, I love the sound, I love the lightening, I love the thunder.
I even love how the power flickers as I type into my laptop, content in the knowledge that the battery is fully charged.
So the rest of Nashville can bite their nails off with worry, cancel all their plans, buy out the stores, and issue a million unnecessary flood warnings and tornado watches.
I’m going to be paranoid about other things.
Like facial hair.
Not in general. Just one disturbing tale my sister told me the other day.
Now, I have only three hairs I worry about:
One on my chinny-chin-chin.
One on my cheek, oddly enough.
And one persistent little nose hair that likes to stick out further than my nose knows how to handle.
The other day, my sister walked into the bathroom, discovering me at my beauty work. I tweezed out that horrible little nose hair, and Hannah cringed.
“Please promise me you’ll never do that again,” she said.
“Uh… why?” I asked.
Hannah proceeded to tell me a horrifying story where tweezing nose hairs can lead to follicle infections that can SPREAD TO YOUR BRAIN.
Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat? Why has this not been talked about before??
I did some googling (or in my case nowadays, Swagbucking), and sure enough, there are a couple forums and websites that say, Yes, tweezing nose hairs can lead to infection!
“Tweezing your ear hair is a good alternative but don't tweeze your nose hair. There is a high occurence of infection associated with plucking nose hairs. There is a lot of bacteria in your nasal passage.”
“Do not tweeze nose hairs, as this can cause infection.”
Ok, so maybe neither are the most reliable sources, but still! I’ve found more than a few places saying that this is not a good thing.
I think I may still continue tweezing. …I don’t know.
Worth the risk?
Two Random Things:
1) I just got some more swagbucks for searching the links to post in here about tweezing nose hairs, bringing me to 455 total! Time to get another $5 gift card! If you want to join the fun, please click the little banners I have on either side of my blog!
2) This picture makes me laugh.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Monday, February 21, 2011
After you gather up enough points, you can redeem these points for a variety of prizes. The goal of my points is a $5 Amazon Gift Card, worth 450 points. I've already earned one $5 Amazon Gift card, and in the past 12 days, I've already won 332 points!
"If a referral enters the code BirthdayFun while signing up they'll get an extra 25 SB to go with the 30 they already start with. This code is ONLY good for people who haven't joined yet - existing members won't be able to use it."
Sunday, February 20, 2011
You - chill. Me - magic. - 23
Date: 2010-05-20, 12:40AM CDT
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Looking for significance. Not love. Love would be great, but is unrealistic.
Narcissistic - truly, madly, deeply.
Judgmental - I laugh at people. A lot. Probably my favorite thing to do. I laugh at craigslist personals. I laugh at people on the street and how they dress. I laugh at laughs, snorts, attitudes, stupidity, and drunks.
Geeky - own a small library + star wars + star trek + cartoons + fantasy + pirates + "insert fandom here"
I also laugh at geeks.
Intelligent - I'm no genius, but, damn, if you're stupid, I can't deal.
Oxymoron - everything I am, I could also claim the exact opposite. It's for you to figure out.
Accomplished - or at least going somewhere.
No dogs. If you have a dog, it'd better be a gift from God that I am spiritually obligated to endure.
Fit. By fit, I mean you take care of yourself. By take care of yourself, I mean when you start to put on a pound, you go for a run, because you actually want to live a long, healthy life. And because you enjoy being attractive.
Cultural. You enjoy new things, new places, new adventures.
I want a picture, because compatibility without attraction is just a friendship. Put MAGIC in the subject line of your email if you're interested.
Now somewhere out in this vast universe
Zee was suffering from a similar form of boredom. Her main group of friends had deployed ahead of her, and she found herself wondering what she should do.
For some reason, craigslist was the solution.
In retrospect, this honestly surprises Kindle. She has yet to witness Zee visiting craiglist, for any sort of purpose. Why this one time she would browse craiglist is beyond understanding.
Call it Fate.
Zee happened upon Kindle's post, and, of course, was instantly blown away by this gorgeous, saucy vixen who was openly bitchy and arrogant.
She most likely thought something along the lines of, "Damn, I'm in love."
She wasted no time in sending a response.
On Fri, May 21, 2010 at 7:07 PM, Zee wrote:
Soft butch-- in personality if not in looks
Going somewhere in life-- check.
No dog-- check.
Most of the descriptions you used for yourself could most probably describe me.
Hopeless romantic, but pessimistic.
Narcissistic- maybe not so blatantly
Judgmental- again, maybe not so blatantly
Geeky- I am a geek (fantasy, wow, xena), but I don't associate with geeks
Intelligent- I can't stand stupid people
Oxymoron- in many, many ways.
It was simple, to the point, and she followed the specifications Kindle had laid out in her post! (The Army is good for training people to follow orders...)
And the picture she sent was a teaser, but alluring.
Kindle immediately replied.
Zee was the only response she replied to.
They emailed the rest of the evening and late into the night, ending with Zee giving Kindle her number...
The next day was full of texting, ending with promise for a date on the very next day...
So there was Sunday, May 23, in downtown Nashville. Only two days after hearing that Zee existed in the world, Kindle was heading out on a date with her. Family and friends were aware, just in case Zee ended up being a creeper.
In fact, Kindle almost didn't go to the date. She had anxiously torn through sixteen different outfits, applied her make-up with the utmost care, and driven 30 minutes into the heart of Nashville, and almost chickened out.
After all, this was crazy.
Meeting with someone you found on craigslist? Only white trash and hornballs do that.
But Kindle's honesty won out. She had said she would meet this Zee on Sunday evening, and she planned to keep that promise.
She walked to the meeting point and sat on a bench, chatting on the phone with a friend. She was trying to keep her nerves down, keeping an eye out for anyone who matched Zee's picture, while trying to look cool, calm, casual, and utterly unflappable.
And there she was. Unmistakeable. Long black hair, a shy smile, and a purposeful stride.
The evening was spent in a typical way. Restaurant and then a few drinks afterwards. They talked for hours, walking the streets and hopping into bars. Knowing that Zee had to be up early for work, Kindle headed them back to their cars, but as they neared the parking lot, Zee stopped.
"You said you go in late tomorrow, right?" she asked.
Zee grabbed Kindle's hand and turned them back towards the city.
"Then I want to hear more of your stories," she replied.
Kindle's heart pounded.
They ended up in a hookah bar, and they talked for an hour or so more. Topics covered everything, even the type of families they wanted to have in the future.
Now, Kindle is not a smoker. She has done hookah, but only ever in a large group. She's never had the opportunity to inhale so much at once.
She started feeling sick.
Kindle and Zee made it back to their cars, and were sharing the idle chatter of an ending night. This is usually where first kisses are exchanged and arrangements for the next date are made. But if you could have peaked into Kindle's mind at this moment, you would have heard,
"Oh god, I hope she doesn't try to kiss me. Please don't try and kiss me. I am going to puke. I don't want to puke in your mouth. Oh god, please don't try to kiss me."
Oh, yes, fighting back stomach spasms and bile in her throat, Kindle magnificently held her green gills in their place and managed a normal (although kiss-free) ending to a wonderful date.
And on the drive home, she spoke with her friend Spargo, who had helped orchestrate this entire affair.
"So, what do you think?" he asked.
"I'm not sure," Kindle said. "But I definitely will be seeing her again."
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
I think my random meme Wednesdays are going to be a good thing.
I mean, of all the days where you need help, hump day is it. It is the threshold of the weekend. If you can just make it through this day, you'll be ok.
And this week, I need all the help I can get. Work has been getting busier and busier, so I've been indulging excessively in what I'm going to pay an homage to today.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Saturday, February 12, 2011
I apologize for today's as well.
In the past 48 hours, I have worked 24.
That's not counting the driving/eating/tidying/writing/exercising I've done.
I just woke up from a three hour nap, think I would answer my next L.o.L. question.
I'm going back to bed.
I'll be back in the morning with extra-lesbian-ness posting.
P.S. 100 Days Down. Yay.
Friday, February 11, 2011
1. Apprehension and Fear.2. Tense and Ready for Misery.3. THE MOMENT4. "Oh. That wasn't so bad."5. Enjoying the effects.6. "Think I might try that again..."