"i like your setbacks. they taste like candy."

up, down, up, down.

i've been cleaning for the past couple hours, and the house looks awesome. and i think after we shower, we'll go walk up sugarloaf, or maybe see Thank You for Smoking, and if i'm feeling particularly ambitious tonight after making a new spicy-beans-and-molasses dish, i'll make some snickerdoodles, or maybe just watch episodes of west wing and sit on my ass.

yesterday we drove down to mystic, the B&B was wretched and i was too tired/fussy to go to the aquarium but they've finally carved a date of death on tampa's grave and we had lunch at the adorable Rice Spice Noodles, and then we drove back bought a new DVD rack (the overflow was beginning to get to me), went to the mall to decide on a stove-model, and while there i shopped for sandals and failed (i'm so very tired of my oh-so-vestigal baby toes and how hard they make sandal-shopping, but i need to branch out from birks, because the way i walk shreds the heels too quickly) and then groceryshopped and if i don't think about the parts that involve (most) other people, i'm actually in a pretty good mood. ( the whiny part )

Ani's got a show in July in the area, and if it was anywhere other than the Pines Theater, i'd be totally turned off (since i hated her mullins center show), but the outdoors on a tuesday night aspect intrigues me, i'm just not sure if it's thirty dollars a piece amount of intrigued. there's not much live music in the area i want to see at the moment, though Girlyman will be at Northampton Pride in a couple weeks. I finally finished Whistling Woman and was going to let myself buy a book at the used bookstore in Mystic, but i couldn't find anything that i particularly wanted, so maybe i'll have to try and hit raven again this week.

i want to (re)learn (more) math next, i think. i just don't know how to start. and ava luxe came out with a moroccan mint tea scent and a clove cigarette scent and as soon as i lift my selfimposed ban, i'm totally sampling the former, and spending serious time contemplating the latter before i think that it might make not smoking a little harder than i'm interested in it being. Also, Funnyface refuses to recognize she's not allowed to headbutt my chin yet.

now i go try and find my knee brace.

"i like your setbacks. they taste like candy."

up, down, up, down.

i've been cleaning for the past couple hours, and the house looks awesome. and i think after we shower, we'll go walk up sugarloaf, or maybe see Thank You for Smoking, and if i'm feeling particularly ambitious tonight after making a new spicy-beans-and-molasses dish, i'll make some snickerdoodles, or maybe just watch episodes of west wing and sit on my ass.

yesterday we drove down to mystic, the B&B was wretched and i was too tired/fussy to go to the aquarium but they've finally carved a date of death on tampa's grave and we had lunch at the adorable Rice Spice Noodles, and then we drove back bought a new DVD rack (the overflow was beginning to get to me), went to the mall to decide on a stove-model, and while there i shopped for sandals and failed (i'm so very tired of my oh-so-vestigal baby toes and how hard they make sandal-shopping, but i need to branch out from birks, because the way i walk shreds the heels too quickly) and then groceryshopped and if i don't think about the parts that involve (most) other people, i'm actually in a pretty good mood. ( the whiny part )

Ani's got a show in July in the area, and if it was anywhere other than the Pines Theater, i'd be totally turned off (since i hated her mullins center show), but the outdoors on a tuesday night aspect intrigues me, i'm just not sure if it's thirty dollars a piece amount of intrigued. there's not much live music in the area i want to see at the moment, though Girlyman will be at Northampton Pride in a couple weeks. I finally finished Whistling Woman and was going to let myself buy a book at the used bookstore in Mystic, but i couldn't find anything that i particularly wanted, so maybe i'll have to try and hit raven again this week.

i want to (re)learn (more) math next, i think. i just don't know how to start. and ava luxe came out with a moroccan mint tea scent and a clove cigarette scent and as soon as i lift my selfimposed ban, i'm totally sampling the former, and spending serious time contemplating the latter before i think that it might make not smoking a little harder than i'm interested in it being. Also, Funnyface refuses to recognize she's not allowed to headbutt my chin yet.

now i go try and find my knee brace.