We recently got a new dishwasher. Now, having never had the luxury of a machine that will perform my most-hated household chore, and suddenly being blessed with just such a contraption, I must say will all sincerity that this is the most glorious invention ever. Nice to finally have joined the 20th century.
Our kitchen had been equipped with a dishwasher, but it didn't work. Apparently, it was quite old. It might even be the original machine that was installed when the house was built, sometime in the 60's. Of course, when we got the new one, the old one was ripped out, and has been living in our carport ever since.
I like to sit and smoke in the sun. I'm kind of like a lizard in that way, what with the basking. But it's the perfect size to sit cross-legged, or let one's feet dangle. I am making a weird face in this picture, but using this visual aid, you can understand the concept of my enjoying sitting atop the old dishwasher, no?
Like I said before, the machine is fairly old, as far as dishwashers go. (Hell, it's older than I am, I know.) This setting ammused me- "Everyday" vs. "PARTY!" woot.
It has all these neat, colorful wires than I plan on cutting out and using to fashion some sort of ridiculous necklace.
I am starting to get exceedingly grumpy at the idea of hauling my new friend off to the dump. I doubt, however, that Rhys' mother endorses the idea of retired appliances as furniture. And she's kind of in charge of the house, much to my chagrin.
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As for the new job- it's going well, I suppose. It's nothing that the indominable Hyena Hell can't quickly become adept at. Working at a coffee shop appears to be quite the same as bartending, minus the booze and the hassle of communicating and making transactions with folks in highly innebreated states. I have been undergoing an inordinate ammount of training bullshit. I actually have a workbook with little questions to fill out. Odd, but again, I catch on quickly, so it's going smoothly. A piece of fucking pie, yes indeed. Soon I plan to have the entire establishment eating from my hand; or, alternately, under my thumb; I have not decided which yet, but will let you know as soon as it's applicable.
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I found an old picture of me. I took this bumming around the house one day in New Orleans. No idea as to what I'm up to, but I thought it looked neat.
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It's nice and warm today. I've opened all the doors and windows because our house is amazingly skilled at retaining cold air, and equally skilled at letting warmth escape. Even when it's in the 30's, our house is actually colder than it is outside. We can't turn the heat on, because it's so expensive and doesn't keep the house that warm. Our December gas bill was $600 and we never turned the heat above 60 degrees. It's pathetic. The other day, I was wearing three pairs of socks, leggings, pants, three long-sleeved shirts, a hooded sweatshirt, a zip-up hoodie, my furry boots and a down overcoat, and was still cold.
Sad.
I can't wait for Spring. I am kicking myself for this:
Although, in my defense, it was August in New Orleans when I took that picture.
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Okay. I'm done.
Time to get to cleaning. Such a glorious day off, and I have to spend it cleaning. I fucking hate everything sometimes.
Over and Out.
-Hyena.
P.S.- I want- scratch that. I need this t-shirt:
Our kitchen had been equipped with a dishwasher, but it didn't work. Apparently, it was quite old. It might even be the original machine that was installed when the house was built, sometime in the 60's. Of course, when we got the new one, the old one was ripped out, and has been living in our carport ever since.
I like to sit and smoke in the sun. I'm kind of like a lizard in that way, what with the basking. But it's the perfect size to sit cross-legged, or let one's feet dangle. I am making a weird face in this picture, but using this visual aid, you can understand the concept of my enjoying sitting atop the old dishwasher, no?
Like I said before, the machine is fairly old, as far as dishwashers go. (Hell, it's older than I am, I know.) This setting ammused me- "Everyday" vs. "PARTY!" woot.
It has all these neat, colorful wires than I plan on cutting out and using to fashion some sort of ridiculous necklace.
I am starting to get exceedingly grumpy at the idea of hauling my new friend off to the dump. I doubt, however, that Rhys' mother endorses the idea of retired appliances as furniture. And she's kind of in charge of the house, much to my chagrin.
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As for the new job- it's going well, I suppose. It's nothing that the indominable Hyena Hell can't quickly become adept at. Working at a coffee shop appears to be quite the same as bartending, minus the booze and the hassle of communicating and making transactions with folks in highly innebreated states. I have been undergoing an inordinate ammount of training bullshit. I actually have a workbook with little questions to fill out. Odd, but again, I catch on quickly, so it's going smoothly. A piece of fucking pie, yes indeed. Soon I plan to have the entire establishment eating from my hand; or, alternately, under my thumb; I have not decided which yet, but will let you know as soon as it's applicable.
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I found an old picture of me. I took this bumming around the house one day in New Orleans. No idea as to what I'm up to, but I thought it looked neat.
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It's nice and warm today. I've opened all the doors and windows because our house is amazingly skilled at retaining cold air, and equally skilled at letting warmth escape. Even when it's in the 30's, our house is actually colder than it is outside. We can't turn the heat on, because it's so expensive and doesn't keep the house that warm. Our December gas bill was $600 and we never turned the heat above 60 degrees. It's pathetic. The other day, I was wearing three pairs of socks, leggings, pants, three long-sleeved shirts, a hooded sweatshirt, a zip-up hoodie, my furry boots and a down overcoat, and was still cold.
Sad.
I can't wait for Spring. I am kicking myself for this:
Although, in my defense, it was August in New Orleans when I took that picture.
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Okay. I'm done.
Time to get to cleaning. Such a glorious day off, and I have to spend it cleaning. I fucking hate everything sometimes.
Over and Out.
-Hyena.
P.S.- I want- scratch that. I need this t-shirt:
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I am jealous you can sit in the sun and smoke. Have some for me, mm k?
Aww... you look cold.
I have this feeling like you really need a shawl.
Rip it up at work.