In the LIGHTNING! in the LIGHTNING! in the RAIN! Wheeeeeeeee!

Well. That's annoying... I banged my toes pretty hard into the side of the shower whilst doing shaving contortions. Boy howdy, that hurt enough at the time, but now my toe's all sore. bleh.


Random yummy-ness of the evening:

Scattered thunderstorms, pt 2! 360 degree lightning = yay.

Ran into goth Eugene downtown, whose first words to me were "Eeeew. Jesus, you look like a girl." This coming from the guy with the Jean Baptiste Emmanuel Zorg haircut, except without the plastic cap.*chuckle* About what you'd expect from him. Little smackass.

Squeezy and kissy for sydneycat, a bit of the usual brattiness with morlock. Okay, I see why jaicat likes tormenting the ticklish minions about her non-ticklish ass, it's FUN. (Although it's still not fair when she does it, as she's never ticklish - I just have the ability to turn mine off.) Yay. Got to see the new Pimpmobile too. The approval abounds.


Random WTF moments of the evening:

Arriving home to find that some asshat had locked the back door. *boggle* dude. There's duct tape on that deadbolt for a reason - ie, no one has the keys! Saw Austin's shadow in the kitchen, had to yell to get her to let me in.

Thunder + lightning = unstable internet. That plus livejournal being all wonky does not make for happy internet addict.


Shit I'm wrecked. And fucking hungry.

WEEKEND!

Picked up from gossamer_gull: ( things I've done, things I wanna do, things I wanna do again )

Yes! It's here! July 4th weekend! Great sunny sunglasses!

(if by some miracle, Sheela Pai actually reads that, she'd best be laughing. Scheisse. I wonder how she's doing?)

Not that I have anything major planned besides lots of sleep, some serious care and feeding of the 'Fro, doing the dishes, Goonies, Bosslady's party, beatgoddess' party (both to make an appearance, anyway) and girl time.... but hey, three day weekends must be thoroughly appreciated, damn it. I don't care what the occasion is. I mean, hell, I'd whip out the barbecue if they decided to give us a day off for Pat Buchanan's birthday or something. And really. You just KNOW that 50 years from now, people will be barbecuing on September 11th.

I'm a sicko some days. Especially when my brain twisted the meaning of that last sentence. OY. I'm joining gossamer_gull in that Express Handbasket to Hell.

Speaking of barbecue, hmm. Do we still have that gas grill? I'm having this mad hankering to whip out the marinade, veggies and chicken after visiting athene and lordaerith this week. I must check this.

But for now... shit, I was up awfully late last night, and due to midnight movie, I'm going to be up way late tonight too. Debating whether a nap or lunch would do more to bolster my energies...