perhaps i found my cure.

so, with some of this relaxing-don't-wake-up-til-10-am-timeoff, i decided to organize all of my photos on the new mac, which became somewhat of a disaster. it actually kind of reminded me of work. i was like, trying to decide whether to organize my sometimes-frisky-sometimes-fugly photos by year or photo type when i realized digital archiving just isn't so good for my convenient tendency of forgetting those past good-times. hmm. and also. i was way hotter in 2006. :P 

in other news, i've been searching high and low for things to sell on craigslist &/or ebay. so far, i have one local listing for (as my subject line states) a 'retro' red shag rug. considering the 3 or whatever days it's been on the market, i've only received one offer that involved an alter ego smoking hookah in the middle of its fun-fun-funkiness. pass.

i will continue to search for other possible lightly-used treasures, but let me know if you pass by anything worthy. these small delights may serve more to the sad roast inside of my ribs than for any lame e-commerce.

why i did not go midnight sledding last night.

last night—in between sneaky grins and visions of sledding &/or snow angels—i cut my hand with a serrated knife. not on purpose, of course. i was actually cutting a tag off of my new snow pants. but i sliced my paw regardless.

four stitches later (my little physician-in-training patched me up) i am realizing my combat skills are sadly compromised. the gimpy "claw" just isn't capable of anything more sophisticated than a crocked thumbs up. 

sad times. 

so, in these one-to-two weeks of recovery, you will find a fantastic unicorn bandaide hugging my wound. 

yes, you can call me killah.

i hope the mad woman in stretchpants doesn't fall on the ice.

it's about 20-something degrees outside and we've got snow on the ground. winter looks great on seattle. 

as an update, on my first days off i:

planted two of my perky plants into their new homes. one of the plants i am particularly excited about is a christmas cactus. festive, yes. 

got a much-needed haircut.

bought a macbook. taxfree. woohoo!

got a full body massage. and if i wasn't feeling good enough after the grand purchase, i'm definitely feeling good now. (it's sad how excited i get when i buy things. but consumerism is so gratifying.)

made butterfinger popcorn balls and some other sweet treats. (ask mandi, i'm still not sure what we made. but it's a lot). 

last weekend we also picked out our tree. i named it bridgette, pearl, something spunky. we got a whole bunch of frisky ornaments. my most predictable choice was the t-rex. oh-so-cute. 

oh shoot, and i almost forgot to tell you i both read and watched twilight. shh. don't tell. 

on that note, i'm going to go back to doing normal-people-things. :P

2008, i'm over you.

it's december 16 and i'm sitting at work. this is the last time i'll sit on this non-ergo chair for the rest of the year. til january 5 to be exact. 

this year was like a very unappetizing meal—that you can't help but consume because you are forced—and after its been shoved down your throat, you have a nasty belly ache and your insides endure a so-not-worth it ride, like the gravitron. at the fair. that you used to love. 

oh, l-o-v-e.

and, to top my rebellious insides, i'm aging. yesterday i caught myself admitting that while i may look 12, in reality i am actually 42. or, like, 80. i joke that these three chunks of what-used-to-be platinum were actually my hair's way of fighting my anti-aging attempts. and when going into battle (that'd be my job), wear ass-kicking boots. high-yahhh. 

call it anxiety. call it depression. i'm over it. 

so. before you go this way, and i go that way, i wanted to tell you that i hope to let you in on a little more. soonsoon. once i have mental space to stretch. like, mental yoga poses. 

namaste. 

i have a confession.

so. for those of you who are blessed with my unusually sarcastic and half-glass-empty presence these days (okay, months), i've noticed something. it's sick and i don't really want to tell you--but i think i like you--so i'll let you in on my little somethin-somethin.

i think darkness is my fuel. sure sure, it's ugly and makes me not-so-nice of a person, but i've noticed it boosts my creativity. and i'm not talking about those garlic necklaces i've been stringing together, i'm talking about me. how i'll be pissed at my douche-of-a-supervisor and all of a sudden i am in the bathroom--thinking about the ugly tiles on the wall and how they must have been on sale when they were constructing the building--and i realize i should really be a cartoonist. how my snappy wit would be charming if accompanied by a nice doodle. stick figure. what-have-you.

so when i think about my game plan, that plan that has me, i worry about this. i don't want to lose my essence. i don't want to look over, and all of a sudden have my glass of starfruit juice be half-full.

perception is important to me. and i'm concerned about what that means for next year.

some things are just more important.