Coffee? Bourbon? Who cares?
Coffee? Bourbon? Who cares?
Had the week off! Yeah, baby.
It was my birthday Monday, and the entire province of Ontario got the day off. You’re welcome, guys. I celebrated with some of the best friends ever, at a joint-birthday extravaganza that left some of us very drunk and some of us putting mustaches on fish. Or maybe that was just me. It was a long night.
I read the first piece of poetry, ever, that I found truly beautiful:
“Extinguish my eyes, I’ll go on seeing you.
Seal my ears, I’ll go on hearing you.
And without feet I can make my way to you,
without a mouth I can swear your name.
Break off my arms, I’ll take hold of you
with my heart as with a hand.
Stop my heart, and my brain will start to beat.
And if you consume my brain with fire,
I’ll feel you burn in every drop of my blood.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke
I knit bears and a hat and slept until 1 every day.
I learned a convenient (and trustworthy, I’m sure) method of dealing with regrettable tattoos:
And today I went for birthday dinner at the in-laws’: roast beef. I said it was my Beefday, my husband said I’m not as funny as I think.
How was your week?
Some language may be NSFW, but then again you shouldn’t be watching YouTube at work, now should you, hmmm?
(If you’re watching YouTube at work I’m actually bitterly jealous, which I try to cover up by being smarmy and judgmental, oh God why can’t I have a job like that, we’re still friends though, right? I’m going back to bed to squeeze every last glorious drop of slack from my vacation, see you tomorrow.)
I have been a lazy, lazy shit w/r/t updating this week. Sorry about that.
So I thought I’d try a new dealie: from now on, Saturdays will be update posts for whatever miscellany I’ve been up to during the week. I’ll still be posting throughout the week, of course, but lately I’m finding there are just too many things I want to share that don’t fit into the regular writing/horror/crafting scope of this blog.
Things like ridiculous videos that are so terrible they become amazing:
Little bits of life, like the beautiful no-reason flowers my husband brought me tonight:
Oh, and probably about a million cat pictures. Which should be okay, because the internet clearly needs more cat pictures. God, I have so many cat pictures. (Also, yesterday I went through the checkout line at the grocery store, and bought three things: a variety pack of wet cat food, a jumbo bag of cat treats, and a sad little block of cheese. C says the only thing keeping me from a life of crazy-cat-lady-dom is him…though I think I’m wearing him down, as time goes by.)
I like getting to know other bloggers, and I want you to get to know me a little more, too. If it doesn’t float your boat, no hard feelings: come back any of the other 6 days every week, when there will be gore and creepiness and all that stuff. I won’t hold it against you. But I want to welcome you into the other parts of my life, and I hope you’ll stick around.
…because I am so doing this to our living room floor.
(sent to me by Leslie, who should know better than to give me ideas…)
It’s almost Spring, right? I heard birds chirping, I saw loons or some shit on the river yesterday…It was still light out at 5:30. That’s gotta mean something.
But I’m in that slump where all I want to do is curl up in my bed, covered in a mountain of blankets, sneaking a hand out into the cold only to snatch my mug of coffee. I get why bears hibernate, now. Because they don’t have jobs to go to and bills to pay. Smart bears.
I’m back to writing longhand, so I can hole up in my little cave and scribble, sleeves pulled down over my hands and hood pulled over my head.
It’s gotta be over, soon, right?
(PS: Fuck you, shovelling.)