Busy Bee

I'm such a busy bee. Literally, my ass has been oozing raw clover honey since Friday. I begged Leif not to get too overzealous with the suppository, but we had a lot of Kodiak bears to lure and not much time in which to do it.

I have a lot of exciting shit happening, but I can't really say anything about it until I believe it myself. One of those situations. (No, I'm not pregnant, though that hasn't stopped me from eating platters of microwave tamales at 1 AM and grousing about the increasing spread of my pelvis.)

On Monday we're having a new cherrywood laminate floor put in our home office. Then I'm going to paint the walls a soothing aquamarine. This is exciting to me, because the office is my happy place. I have grand plans to put all my useless tchotckes in a box and bring them to Goodwill, so at long last, I can live and work in the sort of stark environment that I thrive in. Also, I just heard that dogs and cats tend to skid haplessly on laminate flooring because it's too slick for them to find footing. Maybe that'll larn them critters to stay outta mah office!

Blue nailpolish: totally over, or so over that it's not really over anymore? Seriously, I need opinions. I varnished my claws last night, and while I like blue polish on an aesthetic level, I can't help but feel that it's very Hard Candy cosmetics counter circa 1995. Drop me an email w/advice.

I spotted a grunge girl the other day and I nearly wept with nostalgia. She had a black rock T-shirt (not a baby tee, an actual comfy, human-size Beefy Tee like we all used to wear in 1991) a flannel (yes!) and ripped jeans. Her hair was long, lank, and totally devoid of the graduated layers that are ubiquitous on long hair nowadays. Her shoes, of course, were combat-safe and flat soled. And she was wearing black lipstick.

Black! Lipstick!

The grunge revival cannot come soon enough. I miss being comfortable.