Happy hump day.
It rained all night last night. I didn't think it was possible for the world to seem wetter around these parts, but I was wrong. We've got a patch of sunshine going right now-- hopefully it'll stick around. Luckily, I'm situated on fairly high ground. I can't imagine what some of these people are going through right now. And unfortunately, we're due for another thunderstorm around midnight, as well as this weekend.
This morning, I walked to the Metro with my pants rolled up to my knees.
In other news, my hair is now bright red. As in cherry popsicle, I-dipped-my-head-in-Kool-Aid red. I haven't done any crazy unnatural colors since pink last year, and it's amazing that I've gotten so used to safe, boring hair that this is taking some getting used to. I mean, part of it that my scalp is still a little tinted, and of course, it's bound to fade a bit in the coming week, but man. There's like a burning bush atop my head. I have to say, though, I'm a little disappointed that the dye didn't take nearly as well to my ends. I've got crazy red on top and burnished brown streaks through the bottom. Eh. Maybe when the top oxidizes, it will match a little better. Also? Last night, it looked like I axe murdered someone in my bathroom. And the shower looked like a scene from Carrie.
Met up with
tamnonlinear for coffee wherein there was much discussion of cats, boyflames, and terrible, horrible books that should have never been published. Like this one, lolz. At any rate, I did pick out two books for guilty pleasure reading and very likely mocking-- Kushiel's Dart by Jacqueline Carey and A Kiss of Shadows by Laurell K. Hamilton. Come on now, with characters named Phèdre nó Delaunay and Meredith NicEssus, princess of Faerie, how could these two books possibly be anything but lowbrow Skinemaxxy fun? Also, "Not since Dune has there been an epic on the scale of Kushiel's Dart—- a tale about the violent death of an old age and the birth of a new. It is a novel of grandeur, luxury, sacrifice, betrayal, and deeply laid conspiracies." I repeat, lolz. However, to offset this braincell-murdering excursion, she did promise to get me into Discworld. So there's that.
(However, I confess that I felt like I should turn in my English Major card when I approached the register. It was like residual Dr. Mary guilt.)
PS-- Abby's brownies could kill you. I don't think I've ever bitten into something more chocolatey-rich in my life. Every other ingredient she listed was chocolate-- chocolate chips, chocolate ganache, white chocolate... oh, and a little crème de menthe... Let's put it this way, the FDA needs to regulate that stuff, because she could seriously sell them as PMS medication.
That is all.
This morning, I walked to the Metro with my pants rolled up to my knees.
In other news, my hair is now bright red. As in cherry popsicle, I-dipped-my-head-in-Kool-Aid red. I haven't done any crazy unnatural colors since pink last year, and it's amazing that I've gotten so used to safe, boring hair that this is taking some getting used to. I mean, part of it that my scalp is still a little tinted, and of course, it's bound to fade a bit in the coming week, but man. There's like a burning bush atop my head. I have to say, though, I'm a little disappointed that the dye didn't take nearly as well to my ends. I've got crazy red on top and burnished brown streaks through the bottom. Eh. Maybe when the top oxidizes, it will match a little better. Also? Last night, it looked like I axe murdered someone in my bathroom. And the shower looked like a scene from Carrie.
Met up with
tamnonlinear for coffee wherein there was much discussion of cats, boyflames, and terrible, horrible books that should have never been published. Like this one, lolz. At any rate, I did pick out two books for guilty pleasure reading and very likely mocking-- Kushiel's Dart by Jacqueline Carey and A Kiss of Shadows by Laurell K. Hamilton. Come on now, with characters named Phèdre nó Delaunay and Meredith NicEssus, princess of Faerie, how could these two books possibly be anything but lowbrow Skinemaxxy fun? Also, "Not since Dune has there been an epic on the scale of Kushiel's Dart—- a tale about the violent death of an old age and the birth of a new. It is a novel of grandeur, luxury, sacrifice, betrayal, and deeply laid conspiracies." I repeat, lolz. However, to offset this braincell-murdering excursion, she did promise to get me into Discworld. So there's that.(However, I confess that I felt like I should turn in my English Major card when I approached the register. It was like residual Dr. Mary guilt.)
PS-- Abby's brownies could kill you. I don't think I've ever bitten into something more chocolatey-rich in my life. Every other ingredient she listed was chocolate-- chocolate chips, chocolate ganache, white chocolate... oh, and a little crème de menthe... Let's put it this way, the FDA needs to regulate that stuff, because she could seriously sell them as PMS medication.
That is all.