Yesterday I did some amazing things:

1) Interviewed Interpol on the air. It was like squeezing blood from a stone to get Paul to talk to me, but that's okay. It was the first time I had ever done an on-air interview, and it was tons of fun. I think I came up with some good questions, and they sounded great in the studio.

2) Went out for japanese food and got to sit in the private room in the restaurant. We were surrounded by candles and sitting on cusions while everyone ordered sushi, and I had a vegetable plate, because I'm not down with fish - raw or otherwise.

3) Saw Interpol and The Secret Machines in concert, and noticed in the unkind light of the bathroom that I have a zit the size of Texas on my right cheekbone. But that didn't prevent me from making out with my boyfriend between shaking my groove thing to Interpol's music.

4) Spent forty five minutes after the show in the local sex toy emporium. Started getting cranky because my feet were going to fall off. It was fun standing there and debating picking up the iRabbit, but not having $100 of liquid funds to drop on a vibrator, no matter how fucking incredible it's supposed to be.

5) Read some more trash essays ("Autobiography of a Fat Bride: True Tales of Pretend Adulthood") until 2am when I promptly fell asleep on the couch, and the boyfriend fell asleep in his computer chair and he drooled in his beard as I drooled all over the chenille pillow.

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It's been cold here the past couple of days and that's amazing. We went and looked at houses on Friday night, after I took a half day off of work and spent the afternoon at the library and at home reading. I wanted to be home, on my couch, reading a book and chilling out. Which is kind of a good thing, and kind of not. The hat I am knitting for a friend of mine is still in the early stages, and I really need to work on that to get it done in time for Christmas.

I am excited to go vote in a little over two weeks, as well. I always get excited about voting, and this time, I am super stoked to go to the polls and push the button for John Kerry, Eric Fingerhut, and others as well. I want Deborah Pryce out of office more than I want more vegetables for lunch.

And vegetables are some of my favorite food in the world.

I promise to take a picture of the new piercing avec Gryffindor scarf this evening. It's pretty damn cold out, so I think I can swing it without passing out of hot things.

It was a bit warm here last night, and the idea of winding a very thick and warm scarf around my neck was not appealing at all. Especially when there was sex to be had.

I am getting a new piercing tomorrow.

This is my first new piercing since I got two in my ears, one in my navel, and one in my nipple in 1996. Hello body modification, here I come again.

And I am saving up for my next tattoo ... which I am thinking the design will now incorporate Legos, to which the boyfriend said he would love to have a Lego block tattoo. Which would be fun and awesome.

I said to a friend of mine that I am sick and tired of living the responsible adult life, and am now embracing any chance I have at being even remotely irresponsible. Thus piercing. Thus tattoo. And I am thinking of getting more piercings (orbital, coil, hood) and more tattoos (arm, legs, chest).

I dream of the day when the boyfriend and I are married and he will make tons of money because he is awesome, and I can be one of those fifty year old punk rock chics working at your locally owned punk rock record store and smashing the system from the inside.

I am so Rock 'n' Roll, I love me.
Kinda.

One of these days I will fall over with a great sigh of relief because Senator Kerry will have crushed President Bush in all of the debates, and people will realize that Senator Kerry is the best man for the job.

Also, I think I look like a chipmunk in my profile picture; it is quite cute.

Also, I am sorry I have not been around, but I have been busy house hunting, playing role playing games, and working. In other words: being a domestic nerd.

Some new things ::::

*) My sister's trailer for Kinsey is now on QuickTime's website. Fun!

%) I am nearly finished with my Gryffindor scarf which I am knitting for my Halloween Costume. I think going as Harry Potter will do me well.

#) I went to the eye doctor two weeks ago, and she said that I don't need glasses anymore. I think my eye doctor's name is Jesus.

@) Of course, the day after I buy my shoes, it decided to get far too warm for me to get away with wearing them. It's okay, lovely shoes, your time will come soon.

&) I have a pixie haircut now. And I think I am going to get my septum pierced for free! Yay! How much fun that will be.

^) I am still saving up for my chest tattoo. Hurrah Hurrah.

$) How are you?

I have new shoes. Hurrah. I told a friend of mine yesterday, when we were both sitting at the shoe store, "Had I the money, I would dress like a 50's pin-up queen all the time." She told me I could pull it off.

The two of us have inordinately large feet. She wears a size eleven, and I wear a size twelve. So, finding shoes that fit us is a trial, but fun. I snagged myself a pair of tweed and patent leather high heels, because, damnit, I will be more classy at work and when going out.

Around the house, jeans, t-shirts and flip flops are de rigeur.

My sister's movie trailer came out. Go here to see it. It's in the middle column under "Weekend Trailers" and it's the one for Kinsey.

Rock and roll.

In this journal, there was to be:

1) A profound discussion on how reading about meditation and yoga practices (in Yoga Journal) have made me grow so much in my practice.

2) A serious amount of love for men and women who boldly go where no Undone has gone before: To the Republican National Convention.

3) A discussion on how Wendy's does not agree with this particular person, and how this particular person wants to be in bed feeling sorry for herself and beating herself up about eating Wendy's in the first place.

4) A discourse on why my neighbor should be strung up by his toenails and how I want to give his dog to someone who actually might care about his dog.

5) An ode to the slaying of the evil mosquito who has left me annoyed and in shambles and nearly out of Rhuli Gel.

6) A general inquiry as to whether I should spend my money on dying my hair when (a) I have no money and (b) Do I really want to go platinum blonde?

7) A musing (again) on how I would change the world so that I could have as many tattoos and piercings as I want, or should I really move to Seattle or Canada instead?

8) Another complaint on how my hands and arms itch from the aforementioned altercation with the Evil Mosquito.

9) Seriously?

10) A survey taken on whether I drink too many liquids and whether this is why my toilet seems to be rejecting the hundreds of ounces of urine I give it every day. Or was my brother just completely missing the bowl?

11) Unsolved Mysteries: Why did I ever watch that show?

12) Along those lines: why did I think ranch houses were cool? Why did I ever seriously consider buying things off the television? And is this why I now live in Ohio?

13) Kicking myself for admitting I live in Ohio.

14) Saying: There are pictures up, and they are up and they are old.

15) Five is right out.

I have been having more and more fantasies aboutt the boyfriend making headway at work, or becoming a famous artist or another.
In these fantasies, he makes enough money so that I don't really have to work. But, with my amazing work ethic and drive to be active, I go out and seek work at a piercing parlor or a coffee shop or a record store and work part time. In these fantasies, I can work in such a place where I can get that monroe piercing, the septum ring, the tattoos on both my forearms, dye my hair pink, etc.

And I would do it now, but I seriously need the benefits, badly.

So, what have I done today?

-Vacation Day from work. (hooray!)
-Walked about six miles. (more hooray!)
-Ate vegetables and rice for dinner. (and there was much rejoicing)
-Went to the library for the first book in the Discworld Series. (convulsive hoorays)
-Came home covered in sweat. (not so hooray)
-Hung out with best friends, brother, and boyfriend. (massive hooray)
-Have scrubbie brushes running through my veins from walking, water, vegetables, and cofffee. (hala hooray!)