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And now I need an excuse to wear a cheap purple corset somewhere.

Life continues on apace. Work is very hectic, but I knew that it would come in cycles. In another two months, I'll have been there for an entire year, which strikes me as kind of wacky. I feel simultaneously like I've been there forever, and I've only been there a couple weeks. Cold weather makes the cats cuddlier, which is both lovely and somewhat paralytic. At the moment, three of them are occupying the couch with me, half-heartedly brawling.

I'm going to try to schedule a consultation at Judy Jetson today, to finally get the purple streaks, and I might visit Pino Brothers while a friend is getting a tattoo in a couple weeks. I really need to find an artist who I'm comfortable with just saying "make the tramp stamp bigger". I'm feeling some sort of vague goth revival, which I'm hoping isn't a pretense of recapturing a lost youth, but I'm not certain how to judge that.

I feel like I have very little to say these days. I had book group and made them soup, this weekend I might have to go to my boss's cider press. I'm trying to convince my parents to start asking for help with yardwork, etc. Russian homework is boring, and I don't actually know how to write papers. There's no milk in the house this morning for tea. Pandora keeps playing me awesome, obscure things, and my google reader is oppressing me and yet I somehow still want to add more blogs. I read the supertrashy latest Briggs' novel, and have How to Paint a Dead Man out from the library and I bought a new wool coat with Magellan's help.

I do things and go to shows and eat meals interesting places, and very much love the people and animals in my life for the most part. I'm trying to weed what needs to be weeded, and water what needs to be watered.

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And now I need an excuse to wear a cheap purple corset somewhere.

Life continues on apace. Work is very hectic, but I knew that it would come in cycles. In another two months, I'll have been there for an entire year, which strikes me as kind of wacky. I feel simultaneously like I've been there forever, and I've only been there a couple weeks. Cold weather makes the cats cuddlier, which is both lovely and somewhat paralytic. At the moment, three of them are occupying the couch with me, half-heartedly brawling.

I'm going to try to schedule a consultation at Judy Jetson today, to finally get the purple streaks, and I might visit Pino Brothers while a friend is getting a tattoo in a couple weeks. I really need to find an artist who I'm comfortable with just saying "make the tramp stamp bigger". I'm feeling some sort of vague goth revival, which I'm hoping isn't a pretense of recapturing a lost youth, but I'm not certain how to judge that.

I feel like I have very little to say these days. I had book group and made them soup, this weekend I might have to go to my boss's cider press. I'm trying to convince my parents to start asking for help with yardwork, etc. Russian homework is boring, and I don't actually know how to write papers. There's no milk in the house this morning for tea. Pandora keeps playing me awesome, obscure things, and my google reader is oppressing me and yet I somehow still want to add more blogs. I read the supertrashy latest Briggs' novel, and have How to Paint a Dead Man out from the library and I bought a new wool coat with Magellan's help.

I do things and go to shows and eat meals interesting places, and very much love the people and animals in my life for the most part. I'm trying to weed what needs to be weeded, and water what needs to be watered.