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the Update monster
Jul. 5th, 2004 01:45 pmI miss feeling like I had time to write anything other than updates, like you all give a flying rat's ass about how registering my car is going (badly) or how much money I spent at the vet today ($52 for one fucking distemper booster, *gag*) and how much money it would cost me to get Buster's teeth done in Canada if I change my mind and decide to keep him (let's not even talk about it, it's insane and worth the drive to Ohio and a visit with my mom to have it done, it's that bad). And I am sure you probably also don't want to hear my fears about how I probably need a root canal myself, and have no insurance whatsoever, and probably brought it upon myself to boot by taking awful care of myself almost constantly. Who knew motherhood would discourage my personal hygiene, but there's just some things that fall lower and lower on the priority list as the volume of the screaming increases.
I've been having lots of trouble sleeping and watching a lot of strange television as a result and thinking about lots of amusing things lately I would much rather write about, but then I get all focused on how much "quality time" I spend with K. The guilt over that part has me being the update queen, since writing for myself would be... selfish.
Speaking of doing things for myself... I've been thinking about the Flylady again, and actually taking more time to read things before I delete them and I realize that I want all these things for "me" anyway and that's why I get upset when they don't work out right. Anyway, I'm trying to get back on the wagon (or on the wagon in the first place since I barely got past the sink) and I ended up having a really amusing dream about the feather dusters...
If you're a Flybaby, you get daily testimonials, sometimes more than 5 a day, and they are usually about the stupid feather dusters. Talk about a golden cow, they make these feather dusters sound like they will solve all the worlds problems, and bring about peace among all species, lions and lambs will lie down together in awe of these fucking feathers on a stick. So I had this dream last night where I finally broke down and ordered them, and when they arrived they were suspiciously lame and I was sure I'd been had on some sort of cosmic level. I'd ordered the set, and there were maybe 4 or 5 bent feathers from someone' s crazy pimp hat on the smaller one, and the larger one had a core of extremely fluffy fake fur that was supposed to make it seem like it was full of fluffy feathers, where there were only about 6 circling the base, and they were the same thin kinky bent-up crap as on the small duster. I pushed it around a dresser briefly and it fell apart. In the dream I remember thinking about how I couldn't wait to tell Live Journal about it *giggle*...
I slam on Flylady way too much though because her dusters do seem pretty cool, in fact I am looking for one locally, and might order one if I can't find something equivalent. I can't take everything she says as black and white, but I see her point and I can't whine about her really, though I still would like to see an offering of a shoe alternative for some of us who can't tolerate having shoes tracking on the carpet.
I've been having lots of trouble sleeping and watching a lot of strange television as a result and thinking about lots of amusing things lately I would much rather write about, but then I get all focused on how much "quality time" I spend with K. The guilt over that part has me being the update queen, since writing for myself would be... selfish.
Speaking of doing things for myself... I've been thinking about the Flylady again, and actually taking more time to read things before I delete them and I realize that I want all these things for "me" anyway and that's why I get upset when they don't work out right. Anyway, I'm trying to get back on the wagon (or on the wagon in the first place since I barely got past the sink) and I ended up having a really amusing dream about the feather dusters...
If you're a Flybaby, you get daily testimonials, sometimes more than 5 a day, and they are usually about the stupid feather dusters. Talk about a golden cow, they make these feather dusters sound like they will solve all the worlds problems, and bring about peace among all species, lions and lambs will lie down together in awe of these fucking feathers on a stick. So I had this dream last night where I finally broke down and ordered them, and when they arrived they were suspiciously lame and I was sure I'd been had on some sort of cosmic level. I'd ordered the set, and there were maybe 4 or 5 bent feathers from someone' s crazy pimp hat on the smaller one, and the larger one had a core of extremely fluffy fake fur that was supposed to make it seem like it was full of fluffy feathers, where there were only about 6 circling the base, and they were the same thin kinky bent-up crap as on the small duster. I pushed it around a dresser briefly and it fell apart. In the dream I remember thinking about how I couldn't wait to tell Live Journal about it *giggle*...
I slam on Flylady way too much though because her dusters do seem pretty cool, in fact I am looking for one locally, and might order one if I can't find something equivalent. I can't take everything she says as black and white, but I see her point and I can't whine about her really, though I still would like to see an offering of a shoe alternative for some of us who can't tolerate having shoes tracking on the carpet.
