kittydesade | Entries tagged with bullet points

* No nightmares last night. Strange vivid dreams I don't remember, which is fine, but no more nightmares. Which is also good. The ridiculously specific nightmares about Grandpa degenerating through Alzheimer's but not actually dying were a trifle upsetting.

* Fucked off about midway through yesterday. Checked out of my mind completely. Did very little but editing. Finished the Angel ApocaBigBang. The Dresden Files Big Bang, since I don't have an artist who gives a shit as far as I can tell, can fuck right off. I'll either come up with my own art and rewrite it before I post it or just ignore it altogether.

* The Holmes BigBang, likewise, is cancelled for lack of interest in the Big Bang community. Apparently I just don't write what people want to read over there.

* Thank god Long Road has two guys fucking, or I'd be fucked for LJ attention. This is only half sarcastic.

* Clearly not up to being a human among humans yet.

* Spent all last night either playing stupid yahoo games or reading Preacher comics. The first three graphic novel compilations, to be precise. I love Cassidy. And by love I mean dear god he's entertaining and if I ever ran across him in real life I'd stake him out for the sun in a heartbeat because he's a psychopathic murdering fuckhead. But ahahahahaha! I love a vampire who says "Oh fuck. It's God." when confronted with, you know. God. Jesse's okay but I want to slap him. Cassidy just makes me laugh the way Guy and Nameless do.

* Paid off my credit card bill. Have about a frillion (read, five or six) other "adult" things to do that I am fucking well not doing until Friday. Maybe Saturday. Unless I absolutely have to. I don't even think I want to go to game on Friday, I am not sure I should be around living people with real emotions right now.

* Which is why I'm not online.

* Still feel like I'm either crying, am going to cry, or have been crying all the time. With no tears. Just that peculiar prickly hotness. It's ... unenthralling.

* On the plus side, have not engaged in (much) stress eating or dropped exercise habits at all yet. Also, it's warming up. Slowly.

* I'm not sure what to call what I've been thinking off and on for the past twenty four hours. It's not suicidal thoughts or impulses, or suicidal ideation. But it's not pretty. Mostly, I just want to stop and catch my breath. But the sheer number of things I have to do won't go away.

* We'll see how tonight goes. We'll see if I even post this. (In the interests of I-atent-dead, I did.)

A series of bullet points slightly more random than usual.

* I've just been ordered to write Sam-Zim and Dean-GIR at Faerie Con. I don't know why.

* Which actually makes Az, Dib, and Lilith, Gaz.

* I have achieved a mostly clean apartment, a batch of spaghetti sauce, and two batches of rich roll cookie dough. since my gaming group is made up of vultures.

* That'll give you, er, beads.

* Someday I'm going to finish that stupid Bob origins fic.

* Note to self: Tomorrow, finish cleaning kitchen. Make honey teriyaki marinade, jar. Make whiskey sauce, jar. Make standard teriyaki marinade, possibly triple recipe, jar.

* Apparently I'm supposed to remember a commercial that aired when I was 3. I don't even think we had a TV when I was 3.

* It is hilarious working with my "aunts" and "uncles" who have known me since I was about that age, and having them talk to me quite frankly about sex, porn, The Mentalist, pot, ecstasy (which I have been informed is properly spelled XTC), and booze. At work.

* I just realized I had the perfect opportunity to learn how to say "Your hat is nice for Fraggles" in German. Dammit. It would be hilarious if it turns out to actually resemble the lyrics to Du Hast.

* For all those of you who remember Voltron, my German teacher's name is Lothar.

* In conclusion, a squirrel named Jeffrey Dean Morgan.

Bullet points! They're kind of like Twitter roundups, only instead of on Twitter they're actually originating on LJ.

* I have a twitter now. Since kittydesade was taken (WTF??) I am mightybattlecat there. Yes, it's long. If I'd realized I would have changed it but since I don't care very much and won't use it very much, live. The main thrust of all this is to text message people in other countries and let everyone know I've landed safe even if I'm not online.

* I love this city. There was a tuba, a trumpet, and a drum kit in the park today. The drum kit's human looked like Johnny Depp. I gave them a handful of gold.

* I just heard 'Why Can't We Be Friends' in the airport. Heee. (Yes, I'm updating from the free wifi in the airport.)

*

analise,

jdeignan, and I are going to tear up the town Thursday night. With our very fine hats. You should be afraid.

* Sorcerers. Can't live with 'em, can't help but fuss over whether or not they love you.

* There will hopefully be a shitton of catching up on writing this weekend. Considering not much his happening Sunday and not much is happening tomorrow during the day that I can think of.

* ... and then all I heard was 'soldiers strip down to their underwear'...

* Trying to figure out what I should work on first. TM prompts is probably a safe bet for things I should work on. After that, JMM prompts and then something on Couples Therapy... what's a good prompt to throw 'Find me' into of this weeks?

* Jeffrey Dean Morgan. What?

* I'm bringing my Russian and German textbooks to putter around with while I'm at home as well. Partly just because I enjoy learning languages, also because I've been slacking on the German lately so doing a little more of that won't hurt.

* Spider Monkeys

* This is all

Today you get bullet points because I am cranky. Also because i am swamped at work.

* Since experiment #1 was a resounding failure, I will try to duplicate my results with experiment #2

* Can I kill him yet? Please? How about now?

* I swear, not only do I have the strangest muses, they run into the strangest fucking people. That said, it is getting pretty interesting.

* Must remember: tonight, German, clean house if boy hasn't recovered enough to get somewhat done (or laundry done, I'd settle for that) by the time I get home. Also, check email for grocery list. Then guitar. Then working on Astrid.

* Can I trade my Sorcerer in for a working model? This one's broken.

* Jeffrey Dean Morgan.

* ... I have some of the most random things on my desk, even for hear. Including a) a teddy bear (which belongs there, granted), b) two packs of gum, c) a square block of foam, d) a bottle of vitamin water what the FUCK is that still doing there? e) a sculpey-covered rock (don't ask), f) three decks of tarot cards, g) a half-finished bead loom project, h) a ... carved stick? i) a thunderbird beaded bracelet that needs its leather backing put on, j) its leather backing, k) business cards...

* I am so, so very tired. I want half an hour just to curl up, cry, and nap.

* I cannot, as I have work to do.

* Fuck.

This is all.

* Four years in four days. Pissiness aside, still wouldn't trade it for the world on a plate.

Bullet point entries. Yawwwn.

* Weaving class for the win, yo. Also apparently for the making of the new pup to shut up. Stupid jackass that he is.

* Cats need to stop waking me up beforetimes. Or they will become airborne cats.

* Although on the plus side, went to bed early last night and got a fair bit of sleep.

* Except for the vague suspicion that I had vivid, unremembered, but strange and intense dreams. And I think I know who to blame for that one.

* Wonder if work today will be as slow as I think it will be.

* Am apparently getting cranky about every little thing today. This is not good. Today's focus virtue may have to be Gaiety.

* Albanian goats.

A second paper egg is the universe's way of telling me to STFU about DragonCave, I feel.

Yes madam universe. Shutting the fuck up now.

More bullet points, because I have to go back to work in 10.

* I feel so, so good right now. Just generally, not omg perky happy, but just generally much better than I have in at least a few weeks.

* I'm a little startled by the trend we've set. On the other hand, as far as trendsetting goes, wellness is a good one to do! Go wellness!

* On the bad side, some customers really are that stupid, and I should remember this.

* I saw the most hilarious commercial for a Spanish language movie the other night at the beginning of the 3:10 to Yuma DVD (BALE! WAH!). The title was something about Ladron something something a Ladron, and I need to go back and dig it up. And then buy it somewhere. I wonder if the SPanish language bin at the Wal-Mart has it. I want it. It looks hilarious. And it would help me maintain my Spanish.

* It is still in the 50s out or so. WTF NATURE. THIS IS DECEMBER.

* Lor! My copies of Faust and Breakfast shipped today! If you haven't bought copies for yourself, let me get them for you. Christmas present. :)

... I should get back to work. But this post definitely gets the booyah tag.

ETA: This was too good not to share.

Me: ... goddammit, I want a tootsie roll.
Sam (Still Also Me): No.
Me: But WHY? I was good! I can have dessert!
Sam: Yes, but, remember, you're a baby courtesan now. Baby Courtesans Don't Do That.
Me: Oh, shut up. *has G&B's*

Bullet points. Because I have the laze.

* I love this town. I love this store. Random walk-by wooden flute playing for the absolute win.

* I also love this store because when we're all wondering if we're going crazy with orders and things, I can ask the Beej which is it, hawks or handsaws, and she laughs because she knows what I mean.

* Green & Black's Maya Gold chocolate bars own my soul.

* It's amazing how one name can drop my self-esteem down to so very little, based on one offhand comment three or four years ago from one aspiring and now successful writer to another about how plebian and unremarkable and poor her writing is. Yeah.

* Possibly this means I should be submitting more, too. And finishing BSR.

* On the other hand, a friend just paid me a series of rapid fire very powerful compliments. So. Um. Yeah. Blushing and smiling do ensue.

* Christmas cards will finally go out tomorrow. This means the international people will get, uh. New Years' cards? Sorry!! I is a bad card-sending perosn.

* On the plus side, the boy's father is doing better.

* It's in the 50s heading towards the 60s here. WHY.

* I need more pretty pretty barettes and/or earrings.

* And to do my Yuletide pinch-hit which is made of synchronicity.

* This is all.