Uhg, Laura.

Dog got off leash outside and into it with another dog. Of course, I learned that was after I heard screaming and so ran out in my bathrobe with the phone, prepared to call 911. Luckily, the owners are working it out, and the victim dog isn't badly hurt, exchanging numbers, etc. Unfortunately, the aggressor dog is a pit, and a nursing one at that, so I don't see this ending well. I really really wish people who get pits with the best of intentions around here would fully train/restrain them.

I think Jilli could charge more than absinthe for a service like that.

I have a style in my brain that my body can't support.

Ugh, it's so beautiful outside, and I'm supposed to be cleaning house, and all I'm doing is sitting on my ass! So neither enjoying the weather NOR taking care of business.

FINE. I have vacuumed and put the first load of laundry in.

I need to get dressed, do the dishes, and take out the trash. Which I will get to, any minute now. Any minute.

ita ! is a bona fide genius. Wow.

repentant yards of clothing.

That is a wonderfully evocative phrase. Man, it was such a revelation to me to cast off (mostly) that inner critic and just say FUCKIT, I'm wearing what I want.

OMG, I just bought this dress from Voluptuous Vixen and I looooove it

Gorgeous! I need more casual summer dresses, mine are mostly too dressy.

I have a style in my brain that my body can't support.

I have a style in my head that my laziness can't support. Okay, more like twenty styles I'd like to rock, but the point is I mostly stay generic and easy.

Which I will get to, any minute now. Any minute.

This is also when I will do my yardwork and then set to dealing with the mound o' paperwork and craft supplies I hauled out of my study.

I am too lazy to have any real style, but if I ever did put in the time, I'd want to dress like a cross between Djuna Barnes and Nora Charles, with a bit of Morticia Addams thrown in for good measure.

Dagnabbit, the dryer is still broken. I should have gone to the stupid laundromat! But see above re: lazy. It wouldn't be so bad if I hadn't thrown in a cat-hair-covered throw, thinking that the hair would be pulled out in the dryer. Yikes.

That business plan was brought to you by zolpidem tartrate and chocolate.

I don't think I could ever have a style, but having a little bit of a few is just fine. I basically want to wear all the clothes and jewellery that I find on the web that make me coo, and I feel I've made a decent stab of it, with the obvious gap of special occasions, of which I have very few.

My sister has three weddings to attend this year, and I'm very jealous. I love weddings. Well, no, I don't. I love dressing for weddings. But all I have on my calendar is one engaged cousin, from a family of flibbertigibbets, so I don't know if anything will come of it, or when.