Hot 'n' Cold

Best I have seen yet...and somehow I cannot believe someone actually put that much time, money (did you SEE the exact costuming?!), and effort into something like this. Complete with a "wtf-dance-sequence". Haha, enjoy.


It’s that season. People sneezing/oozing mucus on the Muni. Someone in a cube near me coughs, then draws in a deep, rattling breath. Spray-able hand sanitizer, 2 inches from my keyboard, ready for deployment, lest anyone else’s troops get too near and lay siege to my beaches. It’s sick season. I am just trying to stay warm, dry, and germ-free…and between hot tea (which we all know probably means coffee for me, despite my pure intentions) and Airborne, Starbucks and Walgreens are making a fortune off of me. Which…I guess isn’t that different since before it was just “Coffee” and Candy. You could say I am being more prudent with my fortune-blowing.

It's only February, and already I am looking around my cube and thinking how FABULOUS it will look at Christmas when I decorate it. I am thinking lights, tinsel, maybe a tiny (TINY) tree. Heh. Today I went out and bought a little yellow rosebush to make me happy in my little corner, and earlier I brought in my “The Office” Calendar (thanks, Nate). Next step: a pretty pencil holder. Huzzah!

Poor Milo. First he barfs all over our back seat after driving up to Pville (guess who had to scrape up the bits of kibble and stomach acid, etc.), then Nolan tells him how stupid he looks in his new teal, striped collar (Milo has no balls -- what does he care if he looks manly or not?), then tonight he loses his collar and goes back to the crappy blue one, then Nolan throws small (but soft! don't call the SPCA) objects at him because he is chewing on electrical cords, and now he is sitting on our bed, fearing Nolan, and wondering (as I am) if his fish will survive the night. The fish's been doing the floating vertically thing. We're holding a candlelight vigil.

I feel like I catch up on my superficial life when I get home. I do business-y things all day, and then when I get home I plunge headfirst into facebook and people.com and other trashy sites, like a pig plunges into its trough.

Shout-out to Sarah, who launched her new blog, which WILL be my financial downfall, but is excellent nonetheless.

Dracula

I am ashamed to say that I haven't read Dracula until today. It is a short book, but so far a great read. I always feel a little sheepish when I realize I haven't read such basic classics. Also, I am still in my twilight/vampire/dramatic rut. Not that I ever have not been in a dramatic rut, but there you have it. While we're on the topic of creepiness, I know I'm on the late train again, but if you haven't seen the video for Rihanna's Disturbia, watch it. Reminiscent of Michael Jackson's thriller, but the creepiness actually makes me feel nervous. Haha, here you go:


Also, while looking around I found this and am so.excited.all.over.again. for April 22! I found this picture from someone trying to dress me up for Halloween here at work. Maybe I should wear this to the concert. I will clearly be the most attractive person there, as is demonstrated here.


Our bed is wonderful. Seriously, the best and most comfy bed I have ever felt. But. I slept funny last night and can't move my neck. So don't sneak up behind my right shoulder because I can't turn my head to see you and might kill you on accident.

I am supposed to be in charge of the Christmas music here, but I had on Enya this morning, and everyone was so sick over it that I turned it off. The following transpired:
L: "We could listen to the radio! Christmas music! Enya puts me to sleep."
T: "She is so overdone."
me: "Fine. *sniffs* I could always put on the Muppet Christmas album."
T: "You can...if you wanna die."

We are heading up TONIGHT for Christmas break at my parents' house with EVERYONE related to us. Crazy times. So posts next week may or may not be consistent ;)

Merry Christmas!

Merry PC Holiday

Each time I go to Walgreens now it's like a little surprise, waiting to see what festive rubbers finger condom lady has donned in spirit of the season. We're still at pink and white as of today, but I'm pushing for a green. Or maybe a patterned one. I read in this blog that apparently more and more people are wearing them to protect their touch screens from grease. Yes, finger condoms are becoming a trend.

Hopefully we won't progress too far in this trend...

Yes, that is a 2500 condom dress you are ogling. Tasty.

In case you're new here and don't know who finger condom lady is, or are wondering why I only have two posts, please reference the last 5 years of my life, located at http://neighbour.livejournal.com

Last night Milo made his first friend in San Francisco. Our neighbour, Alissa, got a sweet little girl kitty named Lilo, and so we introduced Milo to Lilo. She was a little shocked to see another cat in her territory, to say the least. On the one hand I'm thankful that Milo was pretty calm and was slinking around the apartment avoiding her eyes, until he tried to watch her through the crack in the door, and she totally caught him. On the other hand, I am ashamed to have SUCH A COWARD in my family. CLEARLY Lilo will be wearing the pants in this relationship.

Also: holy crap I am never eating at KFC ever again.

I have been wearing my glasses more recently, now that I resemble more Sarah Palin and less Harry Potter. I just feel better. I also noticed that although I have the anti-glare coating on the outside of my lenses, it isn't on the inside. This means: I practically have a mirror glued inconspicuously to my head. This morning on the Muni, I was watching people behind me. I felt like slowly turning around and cackling, "haHA!" Like Chucky from Child's Play or something. Point being, it's an excellent spy tool, and now I feel like I have eyes on the back of my head. HAH! I briefly considered using them to drive so that I wouldn't have to turn my head at all to switch lanes, but thank goodness I REconsidered.

The week is almost over, and this weekend I get to!....do laundry. Ah well. One more week until MY (dare I not use the noncommittal word "holiday"?) Christmas break!

As promised...

Right now I am just hoping everyone is technically adept enough to follow the link here, and it makes me nervous like last year when I started blogging regularly again and felt like I was shouting to the empty halls. Ahh, sweet anxiety.

As promised (and I feel like I have built these up to be really cool, when in actuality they are kind of lame), here are your festive pictures of Milo in his Santa suit, and even one of our little Charlie Brown tree that we picked out:

Okay, about the tree: I KNOW. But it was only $5 and we live in an economic toilet bowl. What are you gonna do.

By the time I get home tonight, my Christmas shopping will be completely done, and I am pretty sure that is some kind of a record. It significantly helps to have wish lists from every relative.

Last night I tried to cut the eggnog fudge to bring to work (I had this vision in my head of me prancing around the office distributing holiday cheer and love in baskets to people I think), and...it melted all over my hand. Kind of/exactly like this. So I did what any self-respecting woman does in such a situation: I called my mother...who promptly told me to trash it and start over. Despite my conscience telling me that I am a terrible person for throwing away a whole pan full of edible (albeit soupy) fudge, I am happy that at LEAST my slaving away paid off and we now get to have tasty and rock-hard eggnog fudge at work today.