In no particular order....
STRESS! I am moving in less than a week. Tomorrow is serious get-packed day.
My hair is now blonde. It needs one more bleach job, though, which is not happening for a few days, so I have to rock scarves and hats until it does. Right now, it's a serious shade of yellow. The roots are a really pretty platinum color, though. I like it.
I am bailing on the Ray Bourque signing because I don't have the money, I am too stressed and mean to stand in line, and the fucker that I ordered a pic of Ray holding the cup from Ebay from sucks and it didn't get here in time. It is too bad, but signings suck anyway.
I got about three hours of sleep and am hung over. I indulged in something I haven't done in years last night, too. Weirdness.(No, not sex. I'm not on "years," plural, yet!) I also sat TJ (no molesting, yet) on the couch and made him listen to the Pixies because he had never done so(!)
Tampa Bay rocked it, but unfortunately, so did the Sharks. Is ok, though. I predict that that is Nabokov's last shutout of this season, and probably his last win. All that did was piss Calgary off. Kinda like all Game 2 did was remind the Lightning that the reason they're cooler than the Wings or the Avs is that they give 100% nearly every night.
I got a cool magazine called Cheap Date. It's from the UK and Anita Pallenberg is the Editor-At-Large. Ahhh, rock muses and anti-fashion.
Adrien Brody is on the cover of Black Book. If I can't have Alex Tanguay or Vinny Lecavalier, can I have him? I swear, I've been into him since Summer of Sam, and pre-ordered Love the Hard Way on DVD.
Took two kids to see Shrek 2 this morning and write a movie review. All I can say about the movie is that Tom Waits and Nick Cave make appearances as pirate pianists. I think I want a pirate pianist tattoo. (Stop with your dirty minds!)
This one little girl that I've worked with on a few workshops is utterly incredible. She's a twelve-year-old, tall, thin, gorgeous African-american girl, who likes punk rock and can write circles around most adults that I know. Check out her writing at whosemagazine.org. We bonded today in my car listening to Rock Against Bush.
I want more testimonials. Suppose I should say nice things about you guys, too, eh?
I do not feel terribly sociable tonight. Maybe it's the lack of sleep, lack of eating properly, stress of moving, intense political discussions, coffee when I've switched to chai, and money problems. Ya think?
STRESS! I am moving in less than a week. Tomorrow is serious get-packed day.
My hair is now blonde. It needs one more bleach job, though, which is not happening for a few days, so I have to rock scarves and hats until it does. Right now, it's a serious shade of yellow. The roots are a really pretty platinum color, though. I like it.
I am bailing on the Ray Bourque signing because I don't have the money, I am too stressed and mean to stand in line, and the fucker that I ordered a pic of Ray holding the cup from Ebay from sucks and it didn't get here in time. It is too bad, but signings suck anyway.
I got about three hours of sleep and am hung over. I indulged in something I haven't done in years last night, too. Weirdness.(No, not sex. I'm not on "years," plural, yet!) I also sat TJ (no molesting, yet) on the couch and made him listen to the Pixies because he had never done so(!)
Tampa Bay rocked it, but unfortunately, so did the Sharks. Is ok, though. I predict that that is Nabokov's last shutout of this season, and probably his last win. All that did was piss Calgary off. Kinda like all Game 2 did was remind the Lightning that the reason they're cooler than the Wings or the Avs is that they give 100% nearly every night.
I got a cool magazine called Cheap Date. It's from the UK and Anita Pallenberg is the Editor-At-Large. Ahhh, rock muses and anti-fashion.
Adrien Brody is on the cover of Black Book. If I can't have Alex Tanguay or Vinny Lecavalier, can I have him? I swear, I've been into him since Summer of Sam, and pre-ordered Love the Hard Way on DVD.
Took two kids to see Shrek 2 this morning and write a movie review. All I can say about the movie is that Tom Waits and Nick Cave make appearances as pirate pianists. I think I want a pirate pianist tattoo. (Stop with your dirty minds!)
This one little girl that I've worked with on a few workshops is utterly incredible. She's a twelve-year-old, tall, thin, gorgeous African-american girl, who likes punk rock and can write circles around most adults that I know. Check out her writing at whosemagazine.org. We bonded today in my car listening to Rock Against Bush.
I want more testimonials. Suppose I should say nice things about you guys, too, eh?
I do not feel terribly sociable tonight. Maybe it's the lack of sleep, lack of eating properly, stress of moving, intense political discussions, coffee when I've switched to chai, and money problems. Ya think?
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I have the feeling Iginla will have a big game, too. But it'll still be intesne.
Did you see this? Ugh.
As a self-interested Flames fan, I would prefer the Flyers winning in 7, since I think we would beat them like a drum. But Flames/Lightning would be the best hockey...