1. Making special love-and-cuddle time with the dog. (Who, though he leaves person-sized balls of hair around the apartment and occasionally tries to eat things that were once inside a lady's hoo-ha, is awfully good at heavy petting. Hahahahaha see what I did there?)
2. Interviewing the lovely ladies over at Craftastrophe about a few of their favorite things, which are similar to Oprah's favorite things, except better because Oprah never seems to include hand-crocheted bondage masks, squirrel nightgowns, or penis cozies on her list.
3. Writing this feature for VenusZine about the lovely ladies of Craftastrophe. (Go read!)
4. Seriously, have you not gone to check out Craftastrophe yet? I mean, you should come back -- open the link in a new tab or something, because my list is not done yet -- but the site is both devilishly funny and a window into a world you might otherwise never experience. A world in which rats wear hand-knitted nightgowns and unicorns have non-monogamous sex.
(4.1 Also, they are nominated for a 2009 bloggie for best design/craft/something-or-other site, and I highly recommend giving them your vote, because they deserve love and prizes.)
5. I am also still walking very slowly past Jim's office several times a day in an effort to be handed a job. I'm giving this tactic another week, then moving on to Plan B, in which I come crawling in on all fours, bleeding profusely from my face.
"Kat!", Jim will say. "What happened to you?"... at which point I will cry, "They offered me a job at another company, but I wouldn't take it! They beat me, but I wouldn't take it!" and then immediately pass out on the rug. Preferably face-down, so that I leave a very personal stain which will always remind Jim of the devotion I showed to my current place of semi-employment, until he gets his rug cleaned or gives me a freaking job.
6. Special secret things which I cannot tell anyone about.
7. Until next week.
8. No, I'm not pregnant.
9. This list is starting to suck.
10. Uh... hey, tree sneakers!!!
I think I'd better stop now. Have a lovely weekend, dear readers, and have a drink for me. I'll be having one for you!
6 comments:
LOL you're funny, I like the picture with the dog.
I feel like I should know the story behind Tree Sneakers but seriously- what gives with that?!
Also, that is one cute pooch.
Okay, so I drive the same route every day, and at this certain part of the street there is always a couple of pairs of shoes hanging from the power lines.
Well lately, I've noticed more and more sneakers appearing on the lines at a disturbingly rapid rate. And then TODAY, I notice that there is now what appears to be a boogie board attached to some shoes hanging from the power line.
What is UP with this?! Is throwing your shoes onto a power line some kind of gang ritual or something? Are bullies torturing the weak kids in school by taking their shoes and tossing them up there? What is going on here that I don't know about? I am really curious!
I'm having a drink for you right now actually.
Ooo, and what's the secret news??
Tree, power line and side-of-the-highway sneakers have always fascinated me. Especially when there is only one sneaker. Mysterious...
I always like to think that all the sneakers hanging from power lines around my apartment are signs that gangs are marking their territory, or dealers are making their presence known, but...
You know. Now that I just typed that out, I have no idea why I think of those things as "good."
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