April 10th, 2002
I taste like Nuclear Waste. Delicious.Tasting like nuclear waste is a good thing - nothing bites me, nothing eats me, few things even touch me. I appreciate the solitude my harsh exterior brings. What Flavour Are You? |
Yeap it's 5:30am. I went to sleep earlier but that didn't work out as planned. It's hot here, I'm dizzy and sweaty. I'd try to go back to bed, but currently my bed smells like dog wee.
Why? Because Rudy decided that he would have a wee-fest in his Auntie's bed while Auntie was at work.
Naughty Rudy. How can he be such an ungrateful nephew and wee in the bed of the woman who gives him candy, the butt of the loaf, and potato chips dipped in ranch dip?
I told Amy that since Rudy is her dog, she should be the one the wash my blanket. She had a few choice words to say on THAT subject and declined.I said I was going to get a dog one of these days and it was going to be trained to wee in HER bed. Right on her while she's sleeping, preferably.
I haven't been updating my journal, as you can see. Partially because I'm exhausted from the new work schedule, and partially because I am suffering from sinus trouble.
The sinus trouble is a side-effect of the cramped conditions at the doll seminar (14 people jammed into one tiny, stinky conference room breathing in each other's germs) I don't have the energy to describe how terrible it was, but I did end up with a nearly-completed 16" doll.
Since I arrived at the seminar in a lovely black sweater, the result of Day 1 was a doll head covered in black fuzz. (Nobody thought to warn me ahead of time that chenille = dollmaking faux pas)
This meant I *had* to paint the doll's skin, and since I'd already had a fairy creature in mind, I painted the doll's parts with Pearl Ex powdered paints and ended up with a really lovely glowing bluish green. The end result (after I'd added some patterns of softer color to the skin) is a very savage-ish pixie sort of doll.
Is that twee or what?
I mean, it looks like a fairy kind of dealie, but in a feral way. Like the mean fairy that knots up your hair and pokes out your eye when you say hello to it (those do exist by the way. I own books on the subject)

I Am
Fachea
Celtic Goddess of Poetry.
I'm a freaky writer type that doesn't like to leave the house. I'm probably a lot smarter than you.
What Celtic Goddess are You?
Quiz by Aoibhell
Why? Because Rudy decided that he would have a wee-fest in his Auntie's bed while Auntie was at work.
Naughty Rudy. How can he be such an ungrateful nephew and wee in the bed of the woman who gives him candy, the butt of the loaf, and potato chips dipped in ranch dip?
I told Amy that since Rudy is her dog, she should be the one the wash my blanket. She had a few choice words to say on THAT subject and declined.I said I was going to get a dog one of these days and it was going to be trained to wee in HER bed. Right on her while she's sleeping, preferably.
I haven't been updating my journal, as you can see. Partially because I'm exhausted from the new work schedule, and partially because I am suffering from sinus trouble.
The sinus trouble is a side-effect of the cramped conditions at the doll seminar (14 people jammed into one tiny, stinky conference room breathing in each other's germs) I don't have the energy to describe how terrible it was, but I did end up with a nearly-completed 16" doll.
Since I arrived at the seminar in a lovely black sweater, the result of Day 1 was a doll head covered in black fuzz. (Nobody thought to warn me ahead of time that chenille = dollmaking faux pas)
This meant I *had* to paint the doll's skin, and since I'd already had a fairy creature in mind, I painted the doll's parts with Pearl Ex powdered paints and ended up with a really lovely glowing bluish green. The end result (after I'd added some patterns of softer color to the skin) is a very savage-ish pixie sort of doll.
Is that twee or what?
I mean, it looks like a fairy kind of dealie, but in a feral way. Like the mean fairy that knots up your hair and pokes out your eye when you say hello to it (those do exist by the way. I own books on the subject)

I Am
Fachea
Celtic Goddess of Poetry.
I'm a freaky writer type that doesn't like to leave the house. I'm probably a lot smarter than you.
What Celtic Goddess are You?
Quiz by Aoibhell
- Mood:ditzy

