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well. well well well well. my wedding band (actually my granny’s) has been making my finger itch lately, to my dismay. what the frakk? huh? driving me cwaaazy nutsy. gah. i am behind on everything. i have yarns to list, i swear it and i haven’t done spinning or painting or anything that wasn’t just pissing around or doodling in weeks. shameful. after my mom was in town, we were on vacation, i didn’t have my beloved mac, i am too um..frakked to use a non-mac and do anything with it, so i am behind on every damn thing. all of it. shameful.

so, how many cool boys do you know that do fine arty things, sew, make yarn, make short flims, dance, you name it…how many? tell me? well! this cool boy does! i think he may have thought i was mocking him…au contraire! you make crazy knitted things? with your own handspun yarn? and you made your shirt? badass! my description of badass. instant friends. just add hot water. hee.

also, i little while ago, i got emailed that i was in indie fixx but i am not sure if i told ya or not. so, i was. cool? new to me, on account of my memory is that of a goldfish. got it? gah!

so today, one of my mom’s old neighbors called me out of the blue and we talked forever, i love that woman, she is a massage lady, i wish i could afford to get one. every. hour. did i say that out loud? anyway, she is from the andes when she was a kid, and had no idea i did fiber stuff and got all excited and told me that her granny and relatives would walk around with their drop spindles and spin yarn as thing as a hair and weave amazing things and she knows how to knit and crochet and all manner of crafty stuff. anyway, i told her i would give her a spinning lesson, and she said she wanted to try out something on me. i love talking to her, she is such a kind person.

so after dinner (we put some organic chix on the grill-yay for non poisoned food we can find around here! yay!) and i whipped up the spicy coleslaw that jake goes nuts and eats by the gallon, if he could, we went for a walk around the neighborhood and attempted to take peeps. she made it half a block before she started to get alarmed that she was too far away from the house. she even forgot that there was grass to eat! so we took her back home. it may be better just to keep her on a leash in the backyard when i am back there.

speaking of peeps, she is peeping pink again. i know it could be the food, but it was darker than it had been. and again, we had run out of the new food and used a fancy organic food that may have had even more of that in it, the food was very dark, so it probably did, but still, i am a bit worried. the other cats pee in the litter box like they are supposed to, so i don’t know what color their pee is. also, peeps has pooped on the bathmat two days in a row, which she doesn’t do unless something is up. so i think she is going to have to go to the vet. sigh. i will keep you posted.

one other thing…you know i always have strange dreams, usually nightmares…last night, i had this nightmare dreamed that jake and i moved into this crazy giant house in a new town that we had bought from ZEEPO! he had left behind all kinds of strange stuff, like a pet parrot that wouldn’t come near me and an orange cat that i couldn’t get near either. the town was scary, and people wanted to kill us and eric stolz was in it. strange. who knows? not me.

okay, i heart a scuffle downstairs that sounded like a cat unsuccessfully climbing the new sheers, so i best go see.

oh, i did my first amiguri. i used a japanese pattern and figured it out myself despite my fear of charts. i got tired of the original pattern, the cute cat that everyone does, it is a free pattern, and did my own crazy lumpy ugly one. i will post pics tomorrow. don’t get too excited. he is a bit ugly. everything came out huge even though i only used sportweight cotton yarn and teeny hook. what size do you guys use? huh?

the weather is amazing here. unfortunately, our ghetto section of the neighborhood has rude people that at 1 am are screaming back and forth, or the scary lady from the upstairs appt across the street and sits outside with her radio blasting old crummy music and hoping to wake someone up how will come and hang out with her so she can rant about crazy things that i hope are not true. she also asks for rides. not me. but everyone else. she is one of the drunks that say they “can’t work” because they are disabled. actually, they just drink. sigh. pray that she is drunk and asleep. okay? for me? even still, this weather is amazing. amazing. lurve. mmmm. berries.

mwah.
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