Weekend of Joy

Okay, drive back with the Family Fletcher was uneventful, save for the VW Bug with the vanity plate 'insekt.'

I put out food for Rasputin before I went to bed, only to find myself staring at this naked hairless thing with a rat tail, which was just hanging out on the deck. It was a creepy, dark creature of the night. It might have been a possum. It stared at me, I starred at it, so on for thirty seconds, then it stalked off to go be freaky somewhere else.

Then I shook my head and took a shower IN A REAL SHOWER. WITH A FLOOR. WITHOUT SHOWER SHOES. Sveeeeeeeet.

Bought rosemary, sage, and fresh veggies for a tomato sauce and picked tomatoes from our kitchen garden- I love late summer, the tomatoes are so ripe they just fall off the vine when you tap it. Cooking rocks, guys, and it rocks hard. Trust a man, though, to plant a kitchen garden with a huge overabundance of gourds. What the hell am I supposed to do with gourds? Especially these little ones? We can only eat so much soup, which is about all I can think of even while consulting my Joy of Cooking, and if he wanted a crawling plant to fill in between rows, pumpkins would have been a lot more practical: baked, salty seeds, pie, stew, jackie-o's, etc. As ever, Kim is a dumbass.

Am hanging out w/ Kel most of the weekend, as I miss my 'cherish one' muchly, and no one else will slash EVERYTHING with me. Well, Kel is still terrified of my Cartman/Kyle slashing tendencies. Despite knowing I'm just kidding, she is horrified. But other than that.

Watched a South Park eppisode I hadn't seen before ("Ha ha, made you eat your parents!") and some Daily Show, wherein they made a joke about Angels in America and I was amused on Jeremy's behalf. Speaking of that, while watching old SNL, saw a skit with The Continental. Whom, according to a certain person, I am less desirable than. Feel exceptionally empowered now. Eeeeeexcellent.

In my absence, they have added a frog to the family menagerie. We already have a cat, a ginneau pid, four rats, and six lizzards. How long before we are ready to outfit our personal ark?

Asked kel, mom and grandma about a decision and came to a resolution. Feel very wiccan what with my consultation of maiden, mother and crone. Oh Junior High Wiccanism, how I miss thee.

And lastly, Molly had my fucking 'lovers' card from my favorite deck and was using it in a collage. I'm all about her art, but not when she doesn't 'spect my propperty, I'll go all John Locke on her ass. She knows I feel ghetto shuffling in a card from another set, and it was major arcanna too! Well, now I can give reading when I feel like it. I don't know that I believe in any of it, but it's fun, so fuck forming a reasoned conviction about the subject and acting according to it. Just 'fuck that shit.'

Weekend of Joy

Okay, drive back with the Family Fletcher was uneventful, save for the VW Bug with the vanity plate 'insekt.'

I put out food for Rasputin before I went to bed, only to find myself staring at this naked hairless thing with a rat tail, which was just hanging out on the deck. It was a creepy, dark creature of the night. It might have been a possum. It stared at me, I starred at it, so on for thirty seconds, then it stalked off to go be freaky somewhere else.

Then I shook my head and took a shower IN A REAL SHOWER. WITH A FLOOR. WITHOUT SHOWER SHOES. Sveeeeeeeet.

Bought rosemary, sage, and fresh veggies for a tomato sauce and picked tomatoes from our kitchen garden- I love late summer, the tomatoes are so ripe they just fall off the vine when you tap it. Cooking rocks, guys, and it rocks hard. Trust a man, though, to plant a kitchen garden with a huge overabundance of gourds. What the hell am I supposed to do with gourds? Especially these little ones? We can only eat so much soup, which is about all I can think of even while consulting my Joy of Cooking, and if he wanted a crawling plant to fill in between rows, pumpkins would have been a lot more practical: baked, salty seeds, pie, stew, jackie-o's, etc. As ever, Kim is a dumbass.

Am hanging out w/ Kel most of the weekend, as I miss my 'cherish one' muchly, and no one else will slash EVERYTHING with me. Well, Kel is still terrified of my Cartman/Kyle slashing tendencies. Despite knowing I'm just kidding, she is horrified. But other than that.

Watched a South Park eppisode I hadn't seen before ("Ha ha, made you eat your parents!") and some Daily Show, wherein they made a joke about Angels in America and I was amused on Jeremy's behalf. Speaking of that, while watching old SNL, saw a skit with The Continental. Whom, according to a certain person, I am less desirable than. Feel exceptionally empowered now. Eeeeeexcellent.

In my absence, they have added a frog to the family menagerie. We already have a cat, a ginneau pid, four rats, and six lizzards. How long before we are ready to outfit our personal ark?

Asked kel, mom and grandma about a decision and came to a resolution. Feel very wiccan what with my consultation of maiden, mother and crone. Oh Junior High Wiccanism, how I miss thee.

And lastly, Molly had my fucking 'lovers' card from my favorite deck and was using it in a collage. I'm all about her art, but not when she doesn't 'spect my propperty, I'll go all John Locke on her ass. She knows I feel ghetto shuffling in a card from another set, and it was major arcanna too! Well, now I can give reading when I feel like it. I don't know that I believe in any of it, but it's fun, so fuck forming a reasoned conviction about the subject and acting according to it. Just 'fuck that shit.'