In Which I Sell You Something

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So it’s been a while. Sorry. I totally didn’t have anything funny or interesting or even pathetic to say so I just sort of wandered away for a while. I still don’t have anything great but I wanted to share a quick tale of a razor.

So I have an account with bzzagent and they gave me a free razor to try out and share if it’s awesome. I figured I’d do it because it is actually pretty cool. I almost never use a woman’s razor, men’s razors are way better as far as I’m concerned. This one does alright for itself.

pros
-The design is friggin brilliant. Buy it for this if nothing else. They added a little dip to the handle that keeps the razor head off of the edge of the shower/tub — it is awesome. No waste of the moisturizing strip, no sticking to the tub.
-No cuts! I didn’t get any cuts/nicks/etc, it was rad. I’m a total pain in the ass with shaving like I’m attacking my legs as fast as possible and I usually get a few cuts.
-The moisturizing strip, it does a good enough job.

cons
-The damn moisturizing strip. They thought they were getting all creative with it and it’s gooey and not great after the initial shaving swipe. I don’t dig it for that reason, but WHILE shaving it’s effective.
-The razor itself is already starting to feel less effective after just a few shaves. It isn’t bad, just less awesome. But it’s not uncommon I suppose. I just hoped it would last longer. I’m cheap and I like to get bang for my buck.

So, there. I’m back to sell you something and then perhaps later I shall also bring you tidings of funny things since I’m working all the time now at a Doctor’s office and I may just be exhausted enough to be amusing again. Yay!

Oh, hi there…

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So. Hi. I’m alive. I forgot that someone might be vaguely interested to know what my presents were.

My birthday present was the Uncharted bundle PS3, and my Christmas present was Uncharted 1 and 2 with a second controller.

WHOO!

Also, I get violently motion sick and can barely play my games. -facepalm- TOO REALISTIC. THE GRAPHICS ARE TOO GOOD! AAAAAAH! #firstworldproblems

Birthday!

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So tomorrow is my birthday. I’ll be 23 in 7hrs. GASP!

I have a friend who is a Rocket Scientist (really!) and he is the definition of Generous Friend. He’s a nice guy, super socially awkward but very intelligent and pleasant. So he gave me two presents last night.

Technically I could open them both but he suggested I wait and open them on my birthday so I can have something to open. Liking the idea I immediately opened one when I got home.

Now the second present? It’s mocking me. It’s sitting there in all it’s prettily wrapped glory and it’s mocking me. The worst part is that I COULD open it RIGHT NOW. But I don’t want to spoil it for myself. BUT I REALLY REALLY DO.

I’ve never progressed past 12. Sigh.

So I’m obsessing over it.

Seriously.

I keep peeking in on one side of it that’s rumpled up a bit.

Yield your secrets, motherfucker.

Yield them.

 

Six hours and 46 minutes.

 

I shall lie in wait.

Sometimes I feel like a princess

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So I went to a photoshoot yesterday with a full team for the first time. Costume, hair, makeup, photographer. It was …well, amaaaazing. I’ve never seen a photo of myself after a shoot that made me feel so much like a princess as this one.

 

/preen

I keep meaning to update more with funny stuff but strangely enough I’m having a hard time with it. I’ve been too sane lately. Hell.

And then I was a zombie

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So as promised…uh…two weeks ago…here’s what I did for the weekend before Halloween.

First I went to Ross and poked around until I found a lovely white formal dress with a cute shiny pin.

Then I went to Walmart and purchased a baby doll.

I did a little sewing, a little tucking with batting, and some pouring of latex.

And then a baby exploded out of my stomach.

 

That’s right, I went to the Denver zombie crawl where myself and 16-30,000 of my closest friends dressed up in our gruesome best and strolled around the 16th street mall stumbling, wobbling, snarling, and spitting up blood from capsules (oh god those things are awful).

 

It turns out when people see a woman with bloody arms sticking out of her belly and hear the ghostly sound of screaming (the stupid doll was supposed to wave its arms, too but it didn’t so all it did was cry for four hours)… they get a little bit startled and unnerved.

 

Who knew?

 

People get sort of freaked out and a lot of people were actually sort of offended which I think is funny since I thought the whole point of these things was to be creative and gruesome.

On the plus side, I couldn’t get people to stop photographing me. I sat down at one point and about 60 people darted in for my picture.

Which was of course flattering…except that I was wearing shorts under my little dress and kept forgetting to sit like a lady.

 

Oops.

 

Oh well.

 

I only had one panic attack and that was when some moron decided to make his fake gun pop right next to my ear. It freaked me out and I had to go hide in a corner. Fortunately my friends had liquor and someone handed me a “Sunkist” bottle of Orange Rum.

Then I requisitioned my Mango Rum flask and strolled for the rest of the day taking swigs and it was glorious. Especially when people who I suspect thought I was really pregnant looked horrified at my flask usage.

 

In other news I’m working on NaNoWriMo…which is why I haven’t been able to come up with anything too terribly entertaining for you all to guffaw at. Sigh. So here’s what I can come up with for now and I shall try to have a traumatic event soon so you can all be entertained.

My Dog is Moving to Mexico (and my heart is exploding)

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So I’ve discovered “Coffee” and “Almond Joy Creamer.”

I’m very caffeine sensitive in that it makes my heart thunder in my throat and it makes me dizzy and sometimes I feel nauseated but not exactly energetic…however if I keep moving I don’t notice the ill so much so it motivates me somehow and maybe I am sort of physically hyped but my brain wants to sleep and my body is still weak…eventually a doctor might be able to figure out why I’m so tired and weak all the time. Bleagh.

ANYWAY.

Yesterday I had a cup and I scrubbed and rearranged the entire laundry room. It’s been a disaster for over a year (I don’t own this house I’m just the live-in nanny so I don’t take the blame, and generally don’t want to go digging around their rooms but goddamn it it was so messy and I just meant to wipe down the washer and dryer but then I had to do other stuff too) and I had enough so I made it friggin’ perfect.

Last night my boss asked me to help the kids get the playroom clean-clean and not just kid-clean. Since it’s a fraggin’ blizzard outside today I figured we would have a PJ day and clean up. They both suck at it so I quickly amended the plan to “movie to keep them out of my goddamn way and I will clean up.”

So now the room is spic-and-span whatever the hell a spic is (…huh. isn’t that some sort of racial slur? What the hell does that phrase even mean? A “span” has nothing to do with cleanliness) and I’m gonna be a lot more dictatorial about it getting cleaned up right since I basically hit the “reset” button for them. Everything has a goddamn place it’s CLEARLY visible that everything can be put into a container so they better fucking stop piling things up.

Okay. Sorry. Caffeine makes me angry apparently.

I even dragged the bookshelf the 7yo had in the closet of the room he shares with his brother into the playroom so we could actually USE those books instead of just forgetting them. I nearly died because I’m a wuss and the shelf was fucking heavy. I did get revenge for their cleaning fail by gleefully making them carry all the 150+ books into the playroom for me.

Also, while I was slaving away over a hot room (haw not really we have like 6″ of snow outside and it’s still falling) I came upon a pair of handcuffs the kids have for cops’n’robbers or their sex games or whatever a 4 and 7 year old would do with handcuffs (that was funnier in my head but I don’t feel like erasing it so ENJOY THE CREEPITUDE) and my dog happened to be lying down.

Handcuffs: for when you aren’t sure if your dog hates you enough yet.

 

Oh!

Also!

While I was busily not writing for like two weeks!

I went out with my friends for the first time in months (driving to the boyfriend’s every weekend and working full time during the week has sort of fucked over my social life) and I was a horribly offensive zombie for the Denver Zombie Crawl.

I will let you chew on that and put up photos tomorrow so I can come up with a witty title and actually have something to write about.

 

So, in summary, I who never clean had coffee and it somehow made me into an OCD cleaning freak. I have a headache. My heart is beating at like 600 beats per minute and my veins are burning and I keep going to peek into the playroom and wondering why I can’t get my goddamn bedroom that neat and clean.

 

Also I’m a dick and my dog is going to kill me and move to Mexico where they don’t handcuff their dogs. She thinks. She should probably do her research.

How Animorphs Ruined My Life

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When I was about 11 or 12 I happened upon some books that had these really cool covers that looked like a teen morphing into an animal. Being the kind of kid that judges books by their covers I went “NEAT” and grabbed eight of them.

For those unfamiliar, the Animorphs books are a huge series of books (like, 100+) focusing on a group of teens who witness an alien crash, and are given the power to morph into any animal whose DNA they absorb via touch. They’re on a mission to stop the Yeerk invasion that’s threatening to overwhelm the entire human race. Each book is written from the viewpoint of one of the characters; Jake the leader, Rachel the fighter, Marco the funny guy, Cassie the bleeding heart, Tobias the boy who stayed in his morph for too long and got stuck as a hawk. The Visser Three (later known as Visser one, for the sake of accuracy) is the main bad guy in an Andalite (alien race that is the same that gave the kids the powers look this is seriously a complicated huge world) body who spends most of his time being thwarted by the kids, and Aximili is an alien who comes to join them in their battle and in fact is the little brother of the alien who gave them their powers.

So it’s actually super badass for a young adult series and I read them like crazy. I think my mom hated them because I was begging daily to go to the library or for her to buy me the Scholastic Book Club series offering of the month. K. A. Applegate was one of my first author obsessions.

So here’s how she ruined my life.

She had Yeerks being carried around and snuck into people’s ears so they could sink into their brain and take over.

Every time I’m lying in bed and my ear itches I’m afraid a Yeerk is trying to creep in. Yes, I’m more worried about an imaginary slug than some sort of bug crawling in there (in my defense that idea freaks me out too).

She had the kids sneak into houses and pretend to be family pets so they could check to see if people were under Yeerk control.

Do you ever take a shower or go to the toilet with a dog hot on your heels? You’re, obviously, the most interesting thing in the room so where else are they going to look?

Every time my dog watches me sit on the toilet, or take a shower, or dress or undress…

I get suspicious.

I start to watch her stare me and I stare back, beginning to get uncomfortable and feel like she’s watching awfully close thanks. Then I end up getting all shy and hiding from her prying eyes and demand that she look elsewhere.

A book series has made me certain that somehow some creeper teenager has been given the power to absorb my dog’s form and take it so he can sit and watch me take a shower.

I’m certain I’m not the only one.

Fuck you, Applegate.