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so, i had dreams that i had a migraine and puffy combs was in it for some reason, i think i was one making the band 3 and he kept telling me i couldn’t be sick all the time if i wanted to be in the band, all kinds of strange things. i was trying to act like i was ok, in my dream, while not being able to see etc, and put groceries into the dishwasher, eggs and two containers of fresh strawberries. it was bizarre, as usual. i woke up with a really bad migraine, big surprise. so i took some drugs, and feel good, for now anyway.

bloggy doesn’t want to load and i am not sure what to do about it. i may have to switch to another blog, ala christine’s suggestion. the boozehag!

i want to learn to make socks. i am not sure if i should go double pointed or two sets of circs. i doubt i’ll find any books at bn, and the internet takes forever to arrive, so i may just look online and see what i find. any suggestions for a new sockstress. sounds dirty.

also, my friend dave sent me this awesome blog that is an art exhibition where people send in anonymous postcards that tell a secret. it is amazing. i think i may talk to my local gallery and see if they would like to do something like that. they are cute, and some of them really really sad. here is the link for…postsecret. if anyone is interested in trying to get a national one going, this gallery may be into doing a show of some sort. we can just make postcards and put them in places where people might take them and participate. oooooooh, fun!! my secret is that i pee the bed. did i say that out loud? i guess i need a new secret now.

yesterday some dumbass called me at work, asking if i could tell him how to make tattoo ink out of cigarette ashes. i told him that he may be surprised to know that we use professional products and not jailhouse items, but he could talk to someone in jail about how to do it. hhe actually kept asking. he also told me he had a tattoo a year and a half ago which needs a touch-up because he has gotten so big that it has stretched out. right. he was like olive oil, now he is like the rock. i told him that we don’t do a free touchup indefinitely and he seemed surprised. sigh. that is all. its really coffee time now.

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shit day outside. total crap. cold rainy/sleety and gray. i had a dermatologist appt because my skin is completely out of control, and i am not sure if it is my lupus or if it is that i am going through adolescence. hard to say.

i had a nightmare last night where my younger brother had trashed my parents house while they were away, and even though i don’t live there, my dad told my mom it was me. i got so pissed off in the dream that i started screaming at the top of my lungs that it wasn’t me, and my dad told me that he knew i was a prostitute (?) and he had read my blog and it just proved how i whore around for money. very odd. i was teenager in this dream and i told them i was leaving and didn’t take anything with me and then woke up a moment later and felt like stabbing myself. got i hate that i have nightmares every night. i woke up feeling like it really happened.

after referring to 5 different knitting books and the internet, i figured out how to do a 6 stitch cable. it is so strange to see it take shape. its all 3-d. sweet! i just made a small swatch. stitch n bitch ended up being the clearest. a lot of my books don’t have instructions, just this, “use a cable needle, do it. do it. do it.” when i write my knitting book someday, i will be clear. why is it a dictionary of knitting and they don’t tell you how to do anything. man. i used the knitting heretic method and it actually seemed harder. maybe after i learn this method, i will try that one.

i looked everywhere for a similar pattern for knitted clutch. christine has that gorgeous purse, all the rest are always a big hippie sack. blech!! i may just give it a whirl and see how it comes out, tweak it. i am obsessed.

it has been really slow at work, i think the holiday slows things down. i think i won’t work friday, i have no appointments yet and jason h is coming up.

i ranted to gabe about the pbs frontier house and all the other ones for like an hour, after my pain meds kicked in, i think. i talk about history stuff and i get all excited and bore the shit out of regular people. i am able to talk to mark from dv8 about historical stuff, because he is an art history dork also, but i think everyone else is falling asleep.

pavel has been stealing straws from anywhere he can get them in the house. he then carries them around like a long cigarette. they are everywhere. he also steals things from my purse. he may well be a juvenile delinquent. as well as an assbiter. that isn’t good.

i almost ran out of decaf coffee pods, and stopped at shop n save hoping that they may carry them, and then drank 3-12 oz cups between 7 and 11, and then peed the bed. no, i didn’t. i peed my diaper.

coffee time!!

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i was woken by a kitten running over my face at full speed with a straw in his mouth and then his slipper full of yarn that he carries over my face, over and over and over. in fact 2 hours later he is still going. he has pissed off the other cats and is playing with toys instead of us, now.

anyway, i had this crazy dream that i was at a nasty chinese restaurant that doesn’t exist in downtown youngwood, instead of fried noodles there was a bowl of half eaten soft noodles on the table with misc garbage in it. i was with dana and it was snowing and really cold and getting dark. he said he was going to warm the car up, and i had talked on the phone for a few minutes, and when i came out he had left without me. i called him on his cell phone and he said he’d be out in a while, so i started walking and found ralphie mays walking also, and this creepy guy who followed me home and tried to hurt me and then kiss me. dana tackled him. he knew gabe and i told him gabe would kill him when he found out. strange. my dream before that one was harder to remember, but it involved hanging out with the cast of the o.c. after being in a horror movie scenario for real and finding out it was a movie. odd. also i hung out with martha stewart, who told me i should move to la because i could make a fortune. too bad martha lives in ct i think. strange.

otherwise, feeling crappy, per usual, maybe some coffee and breakfast would remedy that.

oh, i heard this good story on Ellen…a woman and her friend stopped at a garage sale, they were looking at things, turning them over, and a man approached them a few times asking them if he could help them, they said they were just looking. they realized that it was in fact not a garage sale, but a really messy garage with lots of junk in it. they left without a word.

kitten is now sleeping with his socky clenched between his teeth. he does that a lot. biting is fun!!

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anyone have any ideas on how to make a purse like this? i think a bigger one would be awesome and so many variations…swoon…also let me know if anyone is interested in the yarn swap…i have some squeaky yarn for it!! no, just kidding, i would never. i don’t even want to touch squeaky yarn. blech!

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from knitnacks Midway on my journey through life, I realized I had taken the wrong path. I set out on a pilgrimage to find Enlightenment. To reach my goal, I had to pass through the Knitter’s Inferno.all nine circles.

In each circle of the Inferno, I saw sinners being punished for their sins.

Circle One - Those in limbo. The neutral, the uncommitted. Those who know how to knit, and occasionally make something, but they can take it or leave it.  Their punishment is to be excluded from the fellowship of the truly obsessed. They will never know the fun and satisfaction of a knit-in or yarn shop hop.

Circle Two - The lustful. Is this you? It’s certainly me. We want it all. We envy everything we see on someone else’s blog. Our punishment is that we are never satisfied with our own accomplishments because we are too preoccupied lusting after others.

Circle Three - The gluttonous. Speaking for myself, I’m guilty. Not only do I want want want, I buy buy buy. My punishment is the Mastercard statement staring me in the face.

Circle Four - The hoarders. You know who you are. You want. You buy. You keep it all to yourself. You are the Secret Pal who doesn’t send anything. You are the person who takes Noro out of the Stash box and puts Red Heart in its place. You are condemned to useless labor.tinking endlessly.

Circle Five - The wrathful. You are the one who sneers at people who knit only scarves. You are the one who rants about the ugly sweaters you see on others. You are the one who hates ponchos and thinks they should be banned for eternity. (You might be right!) You are entitled to your opinion, but is it necessary to be so vitriolic when presenting it? If you are entitled to your opinion, why is it so awful when others exercise their own rights? Your punishment is to spend your eternity knitting Martha’s Poncho.

Circle Six - The heretics. Non-believers. You don’t see anything so special about knitting. You say things like.why would you spend all that money and time knitting that lush cashmere sweater when you could buy it on sale at T.J. Maxx for $29.99? Your punishment is to be confined to shopping at Walmart for eternity.

Circle Seven - The violent. You’ve been known to start fights at your local LYS over the last ball of sock yarn in the bin. You are condemned to having your needles confiscated every time you get on a plane.

Circle Eight - The Fraudulent. This includes….

Panderers and Seducers. If you don’t stop trying to tempt me with every new colorway of Colinette, you will be punished by the UPS man bringing you daily shipments of dreck.

Flatterers. Every yarn shop salesperson who tries to tell me that those horizontal stripes will look just fine ringing my hips. You are condemned to an eternal diet of Krispy Kremes. That’s all you’ll get to eat. You’ll be sorry soon enough.

Sorcerers. All you hand-dying wizards who make it impossible for me to resist. You are included in this category, even though you are extraordinary artists. I can’t get enough of your goods…and I can’t knit them up fast enough. You are driving me to despair. Your punishment will be fitting…forever standing over bubbling cauldrons of color. You may not die, but you will forever dye.

Circle Nine - Traitors of every ilk

Traitors to their kindred. Have you ever put your knitting ahead of your family’s needs? Knit when you should have been watching your offspring play soccer, should have been cooking a nourishing meal, should have been listening to the same old litany of complaints about the boss?

Traitors to their country.have you ever stayed seated during the playing of the National Anthem, because you had to finish that row?

Traitors to their guests.ever told your guests to help themselves because you were too engrossed to get up and serve dinner?

Traitors to their lords? ever knit on company time?

Traitors will have sullied reputations for time eternal. Gee whiz, that’s a shame.

Eventually I emerged from Hell. On my way through the circles I have found Enlightenment. I have found the Way. I know my Path. Put a pair of needles and some yarn in my hands, and all will be well. The sun will shine. The moon and the stars will be in rhythm. I will knit. This is my Path.

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my camera will take around 2 weeks to get fixed…nooooooooooooooo…anyway, i felt cruddy today, although it was gorgeous and springy outside, but i went to my hair appt, because i looked scary, anyway, she put some toner or something on the blonde after the bleach and i swear she poured acid on my head. i started freaking and she got it off and used something else, but i felt faint, and then when i left like 45 minutes later i felt weak in the knees and still do. i don’t know what happened, but it was like fight club on my head. i am in the club now, i guess.

otherwise, i talked to bonnie and will talk to christine about a yarn swap, i am so so excited. cannot wait!!

my kind mom bought me these shoes from zappos a few weeks ago, i haven’t worn them yet, a little precarious. really long and pointy and really high. i may break my ass. but i will look hot doing it. or i could lay down and look at them on my feet like i have been known to do with the new shoes.

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ew. woke up feeling gross. i have a hair appt at 2, so, being that i am puking this morn, i may just go there and skip the hour and a half of work. i’m lazy mcgrady.
bonnie told me she would be interested in a yarn swap. i told her that she could be known as a yarn sprite.
i feel really gross. and i have cats all over me, and then the kitten bites kahlo on her butt while she is sleeping.
i am organizing a trip to the megajoanns opening up and dinner and i think a few snbers will come, next week methinks.

soooo…we ditched out on jason b last night because i was exhausted, i left a message for him after we initially spoke and he never called me back, i know he is probably pissed. it worked out well though, i felt really crummy last night and was sick this morning. i have had a sore throat and swollen glands and my mouth feels like i burned it, so of course, i have thrush yet again. i will start my nasty mouthwash. swish and swallow. so we didn’t even leave the house today. i was too tired to knit even, although tonite i finished my mom’s scarf. really pretty.

i need to go for bloodwork to-morrow, i keep putting it off. i will. if i don’t go, i won’t go anywhere else. so i have to go. have to.

deadwood was good, although not really exciting except for poor al’s kidney stone situation. or whatever it is exactly. is it still a stone when you can’t pee anymore? hm. carnivale was really good, it’s almost over unfortunately. i knew justin would try to get on sophie. he is the devil. really. what better excuse. and now…the Lword. excellent as usual. i am super tired, but i’ll write more to-morrow.