27.4.09
Cave In
I'm now a Last.fm subscriber. Damn the racist bitches.
At least Paypal has recognised that people in Croatia have internationally valid credit cards, so I'm actually able to subscribe.
At least Paypal has recognised that people in Croatia have internationally valid credit cards, so I'm actually able to subscribe.
23.4.09
Microwaved Sushi
A bit of reading I did recently made me realise I've never tried sushi. I've tried raw rats, snail eggs and aluminum chloride, but not sushi.
Well, I still haven't, as far as I'm concerned. The frozen microwavable chu maki I bought at the supermarket (the only kind available in this country, unless I decide to cook it myself) was, well, I shouldn't say without taste and texture. Because it did have taste and texture, that of frozen microwavable food. Kind of unsurprising, since that is what it was...
So. A note to self. The first impressions of the foods I haven't tried yet either should not be made by eating the frozen microwavable variants, or should be made with the express purpose of making the second impression more enjoyable.
Well, I still haven't, as far as I'm concerned. The frozen microwavable chu maki I bought at the supermarket (the only kind available in this country, unless I decide to cook it myself) was, well, I shouldn't say without taste and texture. Because it did have taste and texture, that of frozen microwavable food. Kind of unsurprising, since that is what it was...
So. A note to self. The first impressions of the foods I haven't tried yet either should not be made by eating the frozen microwavable variants, or should be made with the express purpose of making the second impression more enjoyable.
20.4.09
Haircut, Bloody Haircut
Since my usual stylist is on a maternity leave, I've been putting off my haircut for as long as I could. I was only delaying the inevitable.
Now I have hair that's shorter than it's been since, well, I buzzed it all off in high school. Which isn't necessarily a bad thing, but I'm annoyed because I had to spend an hour contorting myself between two mirrors, practically giving myself another haircut, after paying for one. Yes, my hair is difficult, and the peculiarities of the head don't help, but that's no excuse.
Oh, well, at least now I know where not to get my hair cut again.
(A side note... I'm actually rather pleased with the way my hair is now. Good to see I haven't lost the touch.)
Now I have hair that's shorter than it's been since, well, I buzzed it all off in high school. Which isn't necessarily a bad thing, but I'm annoyed because I had to spend an hour contorting myself between two mirrors, practically giving myself another haircut, after paying for one. Yes, my hair is difficult, and the peculiarities of the head don't help, but that's no excuse.
Oh, well, at least now I know where not to get my hair cut again.
(A side note... I'm actually rather pleased with the way my hair is now. Good to see I haven't lost the touch.)
18.4.09
Some Other Time
The choice I've made makes me wish I'd made another one... The story of my life, even here, even now, compressed in that one moment, that single fork. Always.
Paths radiate in all directions from the point in which I stand. They might as well not bother.
Paths radiate in all directions from the point in which I stand. They might as well not bother.
17.4.09
A Week in Dreams
Five nights. Many more than five dreams. All but one forgotten moments after awaking. All they did was make my nights restless.
Not that it mattered. I wouldn't have slept any better even without those dreams. At least I enjoyed myself this way.
I have a choice to make tonight... I have to make it soon.
Not that it mattered. I wouldn't have slept any better even without those dreams. At least I enjoyed myself this way.
I have a choice to make tonight... I have to make it soon.
14.4.09
Mid-Air Collision
I just love flying dreams. But when one wakes me up because I've hit a power pole while flying backwards and broken my back, and it's 4 AM...
12.4.09
Hail Eostre
And thank carrot, no eggs, no ham, no none of those things.
The spicy lunch/dinner/main daily meal/whatever took care of the yesterday barbecue's oniony aftertaste, for which I'm also grateful.
The spicy lunch/dinner/main daily meal/whatever took care of the yesterday barbecue's oniony aftertaste, for which I'm also grateful.
11.4.09
Barbecues and Their Onions
Some other person would call this a nice day. Some person other than me.
Me? I have that nice day, and then go shopping for things to poison myself with.
Me? I have that nice day, and then go shopping for things to poison myself with.
9.4.09
Not a Friday
Having nothing to say, therefore saying nothing.
Time for talking is over, anyway. I'm done with my shrink, who, to be fair, told me years ago that she doesn't know what to do with me. Am I going to look for another? I'm not sure, but I don't think I shall. I can't think of anything another shrink could do, and none of those suggesting I try getting help somewhere else have been able to explain what difference would that make.
It's time for doing. I just don't know what. Yet.
Time for talking is over, anyway. I'm done with my shrink, who, to be fair, told me years ago that she doesn't know what to do with me. Am I going to look for another? I'm not sure, but I don't think I shall. I can't think of anything another shrink could do, and none of those suggesting I try getting help somewhere else have been able to explain what difference would that make.
It's time for doing. I just don't know what. Yet.
