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kittydesadeOh man, what a day.
Get up. Go for walkies. It's hot, so only go for one lap around. Consider making it joggies, then decide I'm going to have to get up a lot earlier in the morning to do so, when it's actually cooler out. Mutter some more about needing to get new headphones, as I've already had to screw the inner cap back onto it once, as well as having part of the earpiece foam fall off.
I sat down at the computer and started editing some back scenes preparatory to putting them into an actually story. Got![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
adsartha hooked on Raymond Watts, go me. For those of you not in Kitty-Land, Raymond Watts is a member of KMFDM and the inspiration behind the Rock and Roll Cowboy aka Julien aka The Star. He is also teh sexxor. Both in looks and in voice. Our ovaries trembled.
So then I get yanked up by the boyfriend and told 'we're going out.' Okay. I can live with this, except we went out and it was like a baking oven. And I forgot to get a hair tie so my hair was in my face all day, making me feel dirty and unwashed. But we went to a local games/comics shop that had its annual fourth of July sale. I didn't find the missing issue of Trenchcoat Brigade but I did find a huge honkin' can of Citadel Primer (anyone know how good that is?) and a few nice minis, most of which were a buck, and on which I can practice feathering and shading, since I'm getting drybrushing down to a fine art.
Then go over to J and J's. J the Elder has an ostrich ass in his garage. I am not kidding. I collapse on the couch in the blessed air conditioning until J and J's mother comments (in the middle of our conversation, mine and JtheElder's and the boyfriend's) that gaming sounds like a cult. Cue me restraining the urge to be intellectual and snooty. So we went outside very shortly after that. And it was hot, and we walked around looking for the remote to the dog zapper, and then just stood around in the hot. In my jeans. Why is it that whenever I go over there I'm always wearing either too much or too little denim?
So then we drive home. My hair is still in my face. I'm exhausted. And then we get home and guess what? Phone messages you never ever wanted to hear. "Hi, bf, your mom's in the hospital." So we tear ass to the hospital, although thankfully the bf's sister-in-law, who left the message, prefaced the whole thing with 'your mother's okay.' Now, whenever someone starts off the message like that you know it's going to be bad, but at least everyone's okay. So we spent an hour or two in the ER waiting room waiting for X-Rays to finish. And then we finally treck on home and eat Wendy's.
Yeah. Tired. Tired and hot and semi-cranky and I just want to curl up with me and my minis and my voices and daydream. Or RP with other people's voices. Or play Diablo 2. Mmmm Diablo 2.
Get up. Go for walkies. It's hot, so only go for one lap around. Consider making it joggies, then decide I'm going to have to get up a lot earlier in the morning to do so, when it's actually cooler out. Mutter some more about needing to get new headphones, as I've already had to screw the inner cap back onto it once, as well as having part of the earpiece foam fall off.
I sat down at the computer and started editing some back scenes preparatory to putting them into an actually story. Got
adsartha hooked on Raymond Watts, go me. For those of you not in Kitty-Land, Raymond Watts is a member of KMFDM and the inspiration behind the Rock and Roll Cowboy aka Julien aka The Star. He is also teh sexxor. Both in looks and in voice. Our ovaries trembled. So then I get yanked up by the boyfriend and told 'we're going out.' Okay. I can live with this, except we went out and it was like a baking oven. And I forgot to get a hair tie so my hair was in my face all day, making me feel dirty and unwashed. But we went to a local games/comics shop that had its annual fourth of July sale. I didn't find the missing issue of Trenchcoat Brigade but I did find a huge honkin' can of Citadel Primer (anyone know how good that is?) and a few nice minis, most of which were a buck, and on which I can practice feathering and shading, since I'm getting drybrushing down to a fine art.
Then go over to J and J's. J the Elder has an ostrich ass in his garage. I am not kidding. I collapse on the couch in the blessed air conditioning until J and J's mother comments (in the middle of our conversation, mine and JtheElder's and the boyfriend's) that gaming sounds like a cult. Cue me restraining the urge to be intellectual and snooty. So we went outside very shortly after that. And it was hot, and we walked around looking for the remote to the dog zapper, and then just stood around in the hot. In my jeans. Why is it that whenever I go over there I'm always wearing either too much or too little denim?
So then we drive home. My hair is still in my face. I'm exhausted. And then we get home and guess what? Phone messages you never ever wanted to hear. "Hi, bf, your mom's in the hospital." So we tear ass to the hospital, although thankfully the bf's sister-in-law, who left the message, prefaced the whole thing with 'your mother's okay.' Now, whenever someone starts off the message like that you know it's going to be bad, but at least everyone's okay. So we spent an hour or two in the ER waiting room waiting for X-Rays to finish. And then we finally treck on home and eat Wendy's.
Yeah. Tired. Tired and hot and semi-cranky and I just want to curl up with me and my minis and my voices and daydream. Or RP with other people's voices. Or play Diablo 2. Mmmm Diablo 2.
