posh

fuck the what?!

i am such a classy girl. as i type this, i am sitting in my underwear eating cajun corn nuts. arete appreciates this. she appreciates this graphically. and that is all i will say.

despite the grayness outside, i awoke in a chipper productive mood. today wouldn't be spent in front of my computer being quasi-productive in game. after sleeping in a while, i picked pattern recognition up off my bookshelf and started to read. i didn't make it very far before becoming restless. my jeans needed to be dyed. though that got sidetracked by morning messages from a favourite person of mine, and beck's new album. which i must say is glorious. my favourite tracks being que onda guero, oh how it makes me want to dance, and the boards of canada remix. thanks to asreal for hooking a girl up.

my apartment ended up very clean after being unable to locate a package of black dye for my pants. i went with two blue. i pray they do not come out all cerulean like.

grocery shopping came next. it had been two weeks. after a few lightheaded moments and dinners involving popcorn, it was clear shopping needed to get done. a hundred dollars later and i am well fed. +4 stamina for me. on the way to the grocery store, i actually noticed the proximity of the ocean. i believe i normally shop after dark. thank you daylight savings. with my camera in hand, i ventured down there. since i've moved out here, i have been to the ocean perhaps twice. i'm horrible. i used to make such a deal out of never having been to the ocean, and here it is in my backyard and i avoid it. a shame. i still have yet to be in it. maybe in california, i hope.

on the agendum tonight, the slaying of landslide. momma needs a cloud stone.