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It doesn’t matter if the temperature itself actually is pleasant, when the humidity is at ninety-three percent, it’s going to feel hot out anyway. Please allow me to me squeegee off before I continue this entry :P

It’s hump day and I thought it apropos to check in and evaluate how the house-sitting is going so far. I spent the weekend much like I would have were I at my apartment, alternating between tv watching and book reading, but here at Master’s house both of those things are made much more enjoyable by the sheer size of the set and the sprawling space to stretch out comfortably. Also, I was able to add some hot tubbing into the mix. I think I’ve been in it at least once every single day. I’m grateful it hasn’t jacked up my hair yet, though I admit that probably has something to do with the shower cap I’ve put on each time. I’m sure I look like a complete doofus, but what ever works… my hair looks normal :)

The cat is confused and demanding. He keeps looking around for Master and calling for him. I, of course, am spoiling the hell out of kitty- and he knows it. He has come to expect it now and when he isn’t the absolute center of my attention, he reminds me of that. It’s cute though, not annoying in the least. I gave him a treat over the weekend and since it’s mid-week, I think I’ll give him another. Meow.

I haven’t really adjusted to the different schedule. I can’t seem to get to sleep at night. It’s not like I’m in unfamiliar surroundings… I mean, I know the all the sounds of the house and the neighborhood well. I’m having a bit of trouble getting up in the morning too, despite it only being a half hour earlier. Part of that I can probably attribute to not exactly relishing the 10 minute walk to the bus stop (as opposed to the 3 minutes from my apartment) and to not being jazzed about going to work at *** ****** *******, ***. However, I figure the main cause is really two things- I miss Him and, um, also that I fucking miss Him. ;)

The place looks good. I’m keeping up with dishes, mail, trash, cat litter and general tidying. I vacuumed tonight. I’m cleaning the bathroom tomorrow. I’m dusting Friday. Master will return Saturday to a clean house, worry-free. All in all, I’m having fun. I’ve had delicious bubble gum flavoured cocktails. I’ve creeped myself out sufficiently with The Strangers and Ghost Hunters. I think I’m ready to hang out in my Sim’s bunker for a bit or get in a few hands of Poker until Master comes to snuggle up on the couch and watch movies with me. Hopefully, he’ll feel up to having sexy time before bed. I need that.

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I love watching crap like The Katie Brown Workshop. (And, oh-em-gee, she’s a doppelganger for Ricki Lake like whoa!) The problem is, stuff like this inspires me. Why would that be a “problem?” Well, much like with Web Design, I come up with a fabulous idea, then I get frustrated when the execution doesn’t go according to plan and the finished product doesn’t look exactly like I wanted. That completely destroys the fun of the whole damn thing for me; I feel like I have done nothing but waste my time (sometimes my money too) and made a mess I have to clean up.
Thus far, my attempts at embellishing t-shirts, totebags and housewares = FAIL. I don’t have a steady hand. I don’t have the patience. I suck at lettering. I can’t draw anything except female heads/faces. I, of course, completely forget this when I turn on PBS and look at sites like Etsy and instead think “Oh, I could totally do that!” So, my latest bright idea of making myself some punk rock barrettes is probably pretty stupid on my part, unless maybe I keep it fairly simple… because I do okay with simple jewelry projects like slipping some fishing line through some beads and calling it a bracelet or a necklace. I also do a fairly decent job on abstract painting. Oils are my favourite medium and I’ve had my eye on the Bob Ross Master Set for a long time. It’s kinda pricey and I don’t need it, but I want it. [*cough* wishlist *cough*] Supplies to make hair accessories, on the other hand, are cheaper and I actually need to keep my hair out of my face so I can SEE, heh. *shrug* Sounds like a good enough excuse reason to me, so fuck it, I think I’m going to pick up a hot glue gun, needle-nose pliers, alligator clips, ribbon and some skull notions if/when I have some extra money. Yeah. This ain’t gonna be pretty. Kill me now. ;)

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I was on the Speech/Debate team in high school. I dabbled in a little bit of everything, with the exception of Discussion (because it just didn’t appeal to me) and did very well, but it was clear that my real passion was for the Interp events like Prose and Poetry. I made it to State in both of those events all four years and won first in each of them as a Junior and a Senior, took second as a Sophomore and placed third when I was a Freshman. (A progressive clean sweep, woohoo!) /end bragging rights

Considering that background, I guess it’s kind of odd that I don’t really care for Spoken Word recordings. Aside from Jim Morrison and Henry Rollins, there wasn’t much I could get into *listening* to; I tend to prefer reading the written word. I say “wasn’t” because in college, I discovered a compilation with some tracks that blew me away. They still do today. It’s called Home Alive: The Art Of Self Defense. The proceeds went to an anti-violence organization that provided self defense classes. (It recently discontinued operation, sadly.)

Anyway, I’m so obsessed with these two particular pieces that I just HAD to share them here. You can listen to them at the links below. Beware though… they aren’t exactly uplifting, to put it mildly.

Theory Of Mutation by Wendy O-Matik & Untitled by Kristen Kosmas

I can read like that, but I sure as hell can’t write like that. Wow. Just wow.

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