the frigid north: chugiak again, lizzie, PMS, internetty
today is one of those days where i’m just going to come up short. i had a bite of some bad ramen, furthering the rotting fish of a mood i’ve been in today.
chugiak again
as i mentioned, mr. a and i are housesitting again, and i like the house. i like the house so much that i’d rather be there, than here currently in my apartment wondering how you go about shaking a room hard enough to make all your stuff fall out of storage and into prefolded cardboard boxes.
when i’m in chugiak i can forget i’ve only got about half a week’s amount of time to put off the actual work of moving. in chugiak the house has a playstation 2. i don’t actually play playstation 2. i like to watch mr. a play it. it’s kind of like when you try to shout criticism to a character in a television show, except this time they hear you and shoot you dirty looks from the other couch.
lizzie
the other great thing about the house in chugiak is lizzie. lizzie is some kind of poodle-ish dog with a head like a dandelion gone to seed. she insists on being within foot or hand licking distance at all times, otherwise we might not know how much she appreciates us keeping her company.
lizzie has a tummy problem and has to have morning medication. mr. a has been largely responsible for her feeding and upkeep because after all, the house belongs to his aunt. besides, i’ve found that being an astoundingly gorgeous woman is a full time job that requires at least an hour and a half of morning preparation.
PMS
and speaking of me and all things about me, sometimes there are certain hormonal factors beyond our control (emphasis beyond control) that conspire to make a woman feel a smidgen less attractive than she should be feeling. these circumstances attack in seemingly random, unforgiving patterns happening within proximity of the time of menstruation. until we know more about this vicious joke played on women, be advised that i may need a heavier dose of sympathy and admiration.
internetty
when days turn out to be worthless i turn to the internet when i don’t have chocolate (or the refrigerator was turned up too high and froze the chocolate). i find interesting gossip about other people such as kristin dunst my sworn enemy. and for the record, a dollar tip for coffee actually is reasonable.
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