I rather miss my boxxy. This is the closest I could get…

I have nothing to say.

Really. Nothing.

“I disagree . you’re a cunt biscuit. FUckity duck licker whoredoodle. yes yes yes! shut up, dog breath”

No idea what’s on the agenda for tomorrow. Possibly a thermos full of coffee and a day under my awning, typing up reviews.

Today has been a productive day, in the laziest sense.

I mean, I really didn’t go anywhere or do anything and yet I accomplished a lot.

I was kinda pissed off.

I kinda yelled at her.

Kinda a lot.

And then I went and told her boss.

BET SHE NEVER TOUCHES MY SHIT AGAIN!

I’ve found that utter laziness and do-nothingness makes it seem like wasted time so I’m interspersing the lazy with some fun and some productive

i am not a pretty girl
that is not what i do

Weekend? Fantastic. Work after a three day weekend? Insane.

I’m not a fan of waking up so being woken up before I’m ready by someone groping and grabbing just irritates me. My head spins around like the girl from The Exorcist and it’s not at all pretty.

And I? I will soon have the house to myself which means peace and quiet and no one else’s energy to invade my senses and, even though I shall be cleaning, I plan to enjoy it.

*one box elbow macaroni *two pounds ground beef *two cans whole canned tomatoes *one can tomato sauce Cook noodles. Brown beef. Season beef as you brown it with whatever you like but season it heavily so it has flavor. Dump tomatoes with juice, tomato sauce, cooked and drained noodles and cooked ground beef into a [...]

It feels like I’ve had the longest week in the history of weeks. And it’s only Monday.

Sort of…

Facts, thoughts, moments, opinions from the past week,  in no particular order: It doesn’t matter how long you’ve lived with someone, even after almost a decade the first time they walk in on you while you’re doing an anal douche?  Fucking embarrassing.  You will find yourself screeching “do you MIND????” and acting like a fool. [...]

Except my middle brother. He’s… a hot mess. Has been for a long time. He’s 37, still lives with my parents and is an alcoholic. He’s functioning, has had the same job for 18 years. But he’s still an alcoholic and the last few years has gotten… bad.

Sleeping with a butt plug in gives you crazy erotic dreams and spankings on a cold ass really fucking hurt.

Nothing – nothing – does it for me like curling up in my chair, done with work, weather gone gray, toss on a sweatshirt afternoons with a cup of vanilla sugar coffee. It’s the most relaxed I get. Ever.

And that, really, is about it. I’m taking my hazelnut coffee, my book and going to flop for the night.

Yes, it’s early. No, I don’t care. I’m tired.

Thank you for listening to me be boring. :P

I suck at being sick, I really do.

Put down the iPhone, turn off twitter, close your feed reader…

Shut it all down, shut it all off and go be good to yourself for an hour. You do not have to do that one more thing, take care of this one last item. Just… pause. You’ll thank yourself for it, I promise.

So I rang in the new year with good friends, good wine, good music. Then came home and had a rollicking bout of butt sex with the Man.

So, anyhow. I was insane busy today and when I finally stopped and looked at the clock and realized it was almost five and I hadn’t eaten and I was feeling like shit, I hit the pause button.

And because I’m retarded I took a video of how my coffee machine makes cappuccino.

And now I’m sharing it with you.

Because coffee makes me happy. And I’m retarded.

We were doing all the Christmas decorations and stuff today; tree, wreaths, lights, garlands around the balcony rail. All the fun stuff. And I was, of course, snapping pictures.