Eating processed American cheese food directly out of wrapper. Strange the food cavings I have at 2am. More or less recovered from last night's cross-Portland drinking binge, but planning to pass out a little early tonight to make up for it. I have done nothing usefull all day. (Well, I did watch Queer eye for the straight guy).

HOORAY!
*happy dance around room*

I have cable internet! And my Mac is back on line! I am running 1587kbps, up from the remarkable 53.3 that my roomie's HP was managing. Now, if I can upgrade to OS 10 and throw in a little more memory, I'll almost feel like part of the digital age again. And also I have crappy cable. Really crappy. But at least i can take the rabbit ears off the TV.

Later

Garrrrh, drunk.
Went to Devil's Point for the cabaret show, then down to Shanghai Tunnel for more drinks and wading in the sewer water. Garrrrh....

Tommorrow the cable man comes to bring me speedy internet access. Beware, all. My conquest of the Web is begun!

Finally got to see Pirates of the Carribbean. Hurrah! It was just as silly and fun as I had hoped it would be. Although I see a major plothole. Girl trapped on Carribean island with Johnny Depp and large supply of rum, attempts to escape. Stupid, stupid girl.

The spiders are still stalking me around my bedroom. Creepy little fucks.

Yesterday I went blackberry picking down by the river. Got a ton of big ripe ones. So today I made jelly and a big 'ol blackberry/strawberry cheesecake. Yummm.

Tee-hee. I got my toes done today. I never spoil myself like that. Now I feel all girlie with my shiny red toenails!
Also all girlie because I sucked up a bunch of spiders in my vacuum and was ridiculously bothered by changing the vacuum bag. It's just that I'd be really pissed off if I ended up in a vacuum bag full of dog hair. And my closet is infested with big ugly spiders that live under the sliding door track. Yuck.

Note to all portlanders: 30% off sale at the new Spartacus ot on 82nd. Now that's good shopping.
And while I was at Spartacus, I picked up a flyer for something called Leather Pride Week, which iss apparrently the first week in August. I'm reading the flyer, which lists lots of fun-sounding activities like fetish balls, parties, movie night, ect. But having been fooled by the term 'leather' in the past, I'm wondering if anyone knows if this is a gay thing or just a BSDM thing. Because I like fetish parties, but I don't go for the leatherdaddies . Actually, I usually think these events are going to be fun and then come away shocked at how very few attractive people are part of that scene...I always feel a little like I'm at a Star Trek convention. What's with that crossover?

I wonder if it ever going to rain again. My lawn bears a striking resemblance to shredded wheat. I can't believe how when you try to move to Oregon, everyone swears it rains 365 days a year. It hasn't rained in a month. None. OPh well, at least I'm not in N'awlins getting the backlash off Claudette.

Meanwhile, I've decided I want to become an escape artist in my spare time. There aren't enough scantily clad female escape artists in the world. Or male, for that matter. I could go for scantily clad male escape artists, too.

Speaking of 'When SG's Attack....

So I did Rockfest. We finally got the choreography somewhat down and got very cute outfits with the Dirty Lowdowns shirts and little sweatshorts. Showed up at the concert. Got out of the car, only to have the following conversation.
Drunk Guy: "you match!"
Nixon: (sorry, CT. had to steal your phrase) "Thank, you, Captain Obvious".
Drunk Guy: "That girl's a bitch"
Nixon: "You have a real talent for this."

This pretty much set the tone for the first part of the day, where we had to make it through the crowd to backstage. Once we got backstage it was great. The band rocked, we were a hit in spite of some choreography trouble. I think we signed more autographs than the band.
So we decided to go watch Korn after we were done. We braved the (even drunker) crowd and staked out a spot. We'd been there a few minutes when the inevitable happened. Two kids, maybe nine years old, ran up and slapped my ass. So I cought the slower one and gave him a good thrashing. The crowd was kind of in shock, 'cause the kid was like a head shorter than me. But I came back to my spot and loudly told the guys behind me "that's what I'll do to a kid. You don't wantto see what I'll do to a grown man". They left us alone for the rest of the show. Even better, apparrently the kid I caught wasn't the actual culprit. The second kid came back to tell me this and then ran off in terror when I made a move towards him.
Small children fear me.
Good.

I've been hard at work on the 'when SGs attack' Gallery. It's starting to fill up. I just like the fact that once I'm bored with this project and forget about it, people looking at my 'fave pics' will just think i'm a violent psycho.
Otherwise, today has been totally useless. I keep working on my choreography for Rockfest, and I'm SO bad at it! I've never had any kind of dance training so stuff like counting measures is really hard for me. At least I have another practice tommorrow before showtime on Friday!

I never found the poor chihuahua again. I hope somebody nice took him home. Not like I really need another dog around here anyhow.

Anyhow, I'm redoing my 'fave pics' gallery to be my "when suicidegirls attack' gallery. Let me know what's missing. Golly, we're a violent crew.

Oh, and thanks for the info on testimonials. Apparrently y'all can't even see mine. So it doesn't matter if I haven't got any. But I do. Really. Hundreds and hundreds of 'em. All great.

Edit: what the heck? It looks like I have two sets up. But I don't. Can you guys see the'cuddle' box, or is that just for me?