three more posting for my little store! 
i have some really really cute stuff that has been accumulating for months and it's time to let it go find a new home. adopt something- make a difference in my overcrowded closet(s). every little bit helps, right?
i'm wearing a tutu, corset, miniature top hat and layers of necklaces. linus is shredding a giant purple ribbon to bits (it was tied on his neck) and lucy is limping through the room yowling with her leg stuck through the neckhole of an old doll dress. the plan was to put on a show, you know, like we used to do when we were kids! i was going to make a stagefront from old cardboard boxes, too. sadly the cats aren't cooperating. and i was just preparing for my musical number!
the house is so cold there's ice on the inside of the windows. i turned the heat on this morning but bill got up and turned it off again. and i mean OFF - no lowering of the temp here, he cuts it off completely. i swear i'm going to catch pneumonia and die. he thinks we should just use space heaters all the time but electrical fees have gone up 20% this year and my little heater is so worn out that it shudders when i turn it on.
i was getting ready on wednesday when i realized i could see my breath. don't i look pissed?
my breath clouds didn't show up in the picture. too bad. it's kinda creepy. 
i want this snow cone cart. i could be a snow cone vendor! would it be acceptable to get a monkey to go along with it? this is my future career.
the grass had frost so thick i was sliding on it. like ice skating or something.
i will be living in sweaters suits and layered tights for the next three months. 
sweater dresses in bright colors with boots and scarves. that's my kick right now. i'm so predictable!
if only i could be more like blair...
plus chuck bass is, like, the ULTIMATE accessory.
thanksgiving for single people.
i watched CQ again. i love dragonfly.
but i love paul more.
see? sweater dresses with scarves and boots. this was last wednesday. lots of red and orange lately, too.
how the hell is it december already? cripes.
this is my new favorite coat. it the shawl sleeves that i love best. not that the kick ass sash collar isn't great as well. i almost sold this. so happy i didn't. thank you late spring and value village for letting her fall into my sweaty mitts.
i've started wearing my sweater suits again. remember my control top panties confession? these things are the reason for the squeezin'. i hate the rolling lumps and bumps that are just part of my fine german physique. master race my ass!
this was my creepy penguin cookie. he was delicious.
i embroidered a flapper face onto my blue jacket. i think it's going to be a project piece. i'll just keep adding until it gets out of control or bejeweled-ish or something.
please give me these shoes. i'm too poor to buy them but i'd break my metal ankle to wear them.
throwing on one of my grammie's old dresses is always a treat. how lucky am i that she was such a stylin' gal?
i finally started watching gossip girl with the sound on. i needed to catch up so last night i started watching season 1. why can't kids dress like them? why do i have to be subjected to crap like this?
i mean really, on what planet is this a good look? do you own a mirror? you look like a sideshow. and NOT in a good way. the thug twins - adorable.
if you don't know the story, ivar's is a seafood restaurant here in seattle that's been around for, like, ever. ivar haglund played a lot of pranks and was a total character but also a visionary. a couple months ago, this story "surfaced" that ivar believed everyone would travel by submarine in the future. in the 50s to capitalize on this, he put billboards for his restaurant underwater in the puget sound. so then someone finds a map telling where the billboards are. the divers go down, pull them up, and now they're posted around the city. i pass two nearly every day.
charming story, right? so now it comes out that it was a hoax. props to them for pulling it off. that's not what i'm upset about. i'm sad because it was so weird and cool that i really wanted it to be true. next you're gonna tell me elvis is dead and jamie lee curtis isn't really a sex chromosome abnormality, right? 
i think i may cry in my beer.
i listened to the raveonettes all the way home. they kinda rock.
i love that when they used the term "vamp" that they meant it in the traditional way. c'mon, peoples! they mean theda bara vamping, not some lame ass goth slut smeared in blood! 
google search images for "vamp" sometime. the results are sad as hell.
BAD:
SWEET:
SAD:
somebody shoulda invested in a morning after pill. or two. or maybe just some class. give the brats something admirable to inherit.
just add tacky pink bridesmaid dress, mme fortuna necklace, boots and a flower and you're ready for work! if you're crazy enough to dress like me, that is.
i totally go through color phases with my clothes. it's been very black and white lately. sorta ipso facto, 
with louise brooks pearls thrown in for good measure.
plus i match the cats.
heck, even buffy rocked that look.
i want one of these capes. maybe i'll make one for myself. how hilarious would that be?
someone i haven't talked to for about 16 years just e mailed me yesterday. how wacky is that? it's odd to think that someone from that long ago even remembers me, especially since we've had no contact in that entire time. it's also kinda scary because i don't so much want to know how much i have/haven't changed. i don't think i was a very nice person back then but i was 30lbs lighter, much more outgoing and confident, a bit too cocky and, well, 18 years old. who knows? maybe i'm the same and maybe that isn't such a bad thing. i'd like to think that more than my hips and boobs have grown since then. i bet he's reading this and laughing at me right now. you are, aren't you? i'm such a dork.
tomorrow is payday. i'm hoping i can make enough to pay a good portion of rent. and buy some groceries. i think i'm finally graduating up from soups for good. tuesday's dinner helped a lot (thank you, frank!) and i'm feeling almost not sick. yays! now if i could just make it down to portland....
you'd think that by now i wouldn't be so distracted by planes flying overhead - not so.
i met up with frank for dinner at squid and ink, a little vegan dive in georgetown. i'd been meaning to try it for a long time and, holy crap, am i ever happy i did! 
stereo total makes me very happy, too. tu es lunatique!
i accidentally vacummed up cat fresh linus puke (don't ask) and now everytime i turn on the vacuum it smells like tender vittles. that sucks. 
it's cold and i'm full and tired so i snagged my copy of "the royal tennebaums" and climbed into bed. did you know it was inspired by orson welle's "the magnificent ambersons"? i adore both films for their dysfunctionalities and quirkitudes. yes i made those words up.
but how can you NOT love wes anderson with lines like this?
Ethel: Are you crazy? Royal: Baby. I am dying. Ethel: Are you or aren't you? Ethel: Dying? Yeah.
Richie: I wrote a suicide note. Chas: You did? Richie: Yeah, right after I regained consciousness. Chas: Well what does it say? Is it dark? Richie: Of course it's dark, it's a suicide note. Chas: Can I read it? Richie: No. Chas: Well could you at least summarize it for us? 
and the costumes? hell yes.
i also found my cyndi lauper purse and leopard coat while cleaning. i feel like a new girl.
plus i think i'm buzzed.
so now 
