'out in space they're a sexy race,
but aliens are not my piece of cake.
android (sex) have little dicks.
martians don't give me the kicks.
there's just no kick with a little dick.'
okay, so (hopefully) those lyrics bear absolutely no relation to my world, but i was so damn tickled when i realized what she was saying i had to put them in.
wrap up from the weekend: caught the 8bx cd release friday night with elijah and a thoroughly adorable friend of his. sadly, there were less than 150 people there. which is pretty odd, they've packed the ogden the last few times i've seen them, so... who knows. blister actually put on a damn good show, seemingly compensating for the lack of a crowd, but i have to admit my boys in the experiment just weren't as up as usual. they do feed off the crowd, and suffered for the lack of it. ironically - it's the guitar player (also bass for blister) i went to school with. talked to him for a whole 30 secs. talked to his girlfriend, bassist for 8bx - also bartender at la boheme and all around hottie - for a good 5 mins, lol. but it was evan i actually hung out with for a little bit after the show, for all that he never remembers my name. he's the singer, older brother, punk rocker. and since he can't remember my name (might as well add drunkard to the descriptor list there), he just calls me hot teacher. i bitch, but yeah, i love it... at least i'm honest.
blew off the after party (who wants to drive out to aurora to get drunk with a bunch of boys who are already havin a hard time keeping their hands to themselves? not this girl) and went home to watch a movie. Italian Job is good, btw. and i love NetFlix, lol. but, into bed by 3. didn't seem late, but i had to be downtown to get my hair done by 10 - so i set the alarm. wide-fucking-awake at 7:30. ooookayyy. whatever. so i got up, did a monster cleaning (moved rugs and furniture and all that kinda shit), and still made it in perfect time to get my hair done. which i love!!! until sexykitten can do it for me, anyway.
she upped the red, so it shouldn't fade as fast, and gave me a wicked good massage after. mmm... i love floyd's.
met one of my students back at my place and hit a couple of majick shops that afternoon for fun. i grabbed a new book of rituals, just 'cause i can always use more ideas... and this supersweet kiddo of mine bought me the prettiest little stained glass triple moon. awww. i'm already gettin birthday spoiled and it's still damn near a week away. my honey sent me the next two books in carey's Kushiel series, even though i told him not to get me anything for my birthday (he's flying out here, for crying out loud, what more do i need?!. but more on that later, i'm sure), and my pretty blonde co-worker gave me a pretty amethyst claddagh ring and some earring that go with. and my parents, of course, the washer and dryer. sheesh. i think i like being spoiled.
after all that saturday, i came home and crashed, and waking up at 7 had not the slightest desire to go out... and since no one was counting on me to, decided to stay home. watched tv, spent some, ahem, quality time with my man, and read. of course. it was the right choice. the last three times i've gone out i've not really wanted to, but it's been things that i couldn't miss, so... it was kinda nice to stay home.
had plans to stay in bed and read all day sunday, but mysteriously ended up mowing the lawn, cleaning out the truck, and shopping with the ex. great to get stuff done, but funny how it sneaks up on ya. might as well do it when i'm not hatin it, i figure. made a pretty yummy spinach lasagne for dinner, then kicked the ex out when iron called for my tuck in. lol. yeah, so, um, yeah.
geez, i've typed so damn much already i'll come back later and tell ya what i'm pondering. i gotta work sometime today, lol.
4 days.
but aliens are not my piece of cake.
android (sex) have little dicks.
martians don't give me the kicks.
there's just no kick with a little dick.'
okay, so (hopefully) those lyrics bear absolutely no relation to my world, but i was so damn tickled when i realized what she was saying i had to put them in.
wrap up from the weekend: caught the 8bx cd release friday night with elijah and a thoroughly adorable friend of his. sadly, there were less than 150 people there. which is pretty odd, they've packed the ogden the last few times i've seen them, so... who knows. blister actually put on a damn good show, seemingly compensating for the lack of a crowd, but i have to admit my boys in the experiment just weren't as up as usual. they do feed off the crowd, and suffered for the lack of it. ironically - it's the guitar player (also bass for blister) i went to school with. talked to him for a whole 30 secs. talked to his girlfriend, bassist for 8bx - also bartender at la boheme and all around hottie - for a good 5 mins, lol. but it was evan i actually hung out with for a little bit after the show, for all that he never remembers my name. he's the singer, older brother, punk rocker. and since he can't remember my name (might as well add drunkard to the descriptor list there), he just calls me hot teacher. i bitch, but yeah, i love it... at least i'm honest.
blew off the after party (who wants to drive out to aurora to get drunk with a bunch of boys who are already havin a hard time keeping their hands to themselves? not this girl) and went home to watch a movie. Italian Job is good, btw. and i love NetFlix, lol. but, into bed by 3. didn't seem late, but i had to be downtown to get my hair done by 10 - so i set the alarm. wide-fucking-awake at 7:30. ooookayyy. whatever. so i got up, did a monster cleaning (moved rugs and furniture and all that kinda shit), and still made it in perfect time to get my hair done. which i love!!! until sexykitten can do it for me, anyway.
she upped the red, so it shouldn't fade as fast, and gave me a wicked good massage after. mmm... i love floyd's.
met one of my students back at my place and hit a couple of majick shops that afternoon for fun. i grabbed a new book of rituals, just 'cause i can always use more ideas... and this supersweet kiddo of mine bought me the prettiest little stained glass triple moon. awww. i'm already gettin birthday spoiled and it's still damn near a week away. my honey sent me the next two books in carey's Kushiel series, even though i told him not to get me anything for my birthday (he's flying out here, for crying out loud, what more do i need?!. but more on that later, i'm sure), and my pretty blonde co-worker gave me a pretty amethyst claddagh ring and some earring that go with. and my parents, of course, the washer and dryer. sheesh. i think i like being spoiled.
after all that saturday, i came home and crashed, and waking up at 7 had not the slightest desire to go out... and since no one was counting on me to, decided to stay home. watched tv, spent some, ahem, quality time with my man, and read. of course. it was the right choice. the last three times i've gone out i've not really wanted to, but it's been things that i couldn't miss, so... it was kinda nice to stay home.
had plans to stay in bed and read all day sunday, but mysteriously ended up mowing the lawn, cleaning out the truck, and shopping with the ex. great to get stuff done, but funny how it sneaks up on ya. might as well do it when i'm not hatin it, i figure. made a pretty yummy spinach lasagne for dinner, then kicked the ex out when iron called for my tuck in. lol. yeah, so, um, yeah.
geez, i've typed so damn much already i'll come back later and tell ya what i'm pondering. i gotta work sometime today, lol.
4 days.
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And, in answer to your question...I really have no earthly idea WHY I am still in Tennessee. I wonder, would I be appreciated more in CO?!
4 days... I'm so excited for you. You deserve nothing but happiness.
I didn't know you were into occulty stuff. That means you rock that much more. Big boots, short skirt, and open minded ahh..
I'll be looking forward to that beer.