I wish I had a root.
A bulb is a root.
The root conversation will forever be part of my mental landscape, just like the voice in my head that says "Eat a muffin, whitey."
This fall I should mail all you new homeowners yellow iris rhizomes. My mother has an infinite supply. Someone remind me.
Snow is coming down at a 45° angle. Bah.
Last night, walking from the train, I was approaching a group of drunken college students. One girl seemed to be wearing an extremely short skirt, but as I got closer I realized that she was wearing a coat. Her ass was bare.
Maybe it's just me, but I tend to think that, unless you are on a beach or near a pool, stupid-drunken-naked antics are more of an indoor activity.
What Perkins said.
It looks like I have a pansy about to bloom in one of my front beds. I feel like I should go outside, but the sun would kill me.
ION, I am trying to clear out my bedroom in order to get to the baseboards to paint. It seems it's the room where crap goes to die. And HMOG the size of the dust bunnies under the
bed.
(Have I mentioned here that it completely washed out last time, so we were going to try again today.)
Perkins, blues and purples wash out the fastest. There's something about those dyes that keeps them from having much staying power. May sound insane, but I stopped washing my hair (I only use conditioner), and now, instead of reapplying the dye every two weeks, I only have to do it every 4-6 weeks. It takes awhile, though, to get to the no-shampoo stage.
mac is not really confrontational with most people and situations.
I imagine he doesn't feel safe enough with them to be confrontational. By being confrontational with you, he feels safe enough to act out because he knows -- even if not fully -- that you aren't going to go away or send him back, no matter what he does. So he does this bad stuff because, as you said, he has this hole he needs to fill, because he knows that your punishment for it will never be to send him back.
I doubt this is all on a conscious level; it's probably just coming through based on what he's feeling (i.e., both safe and empty).
Happy Spring everyone!
Except for those down under, then Happy Fall.
What is this movie?
Not a movie, quester-- an ice skating special.
I'm feeling slightly like hammered ass this morning. My eyes are gritty and my sinuses hurt. Nevertheless, it's a beautiful day and I'm going to get out and about and then later I'll make fajitas.
Then I'll put on inside pants and fall down go boom.
I walked the dog and groomed the dog and clipped her nails. And pulled some weeds.
Can I be done for the day now?