April 2007.
How I miss her.
RIP, little beak.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
The Bad Girls of Portland / Hot Bitches of Authority Bus Ride
Saturday, July 26th
All photos her:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/spitfirehussy/sets/72157606445412209/
Then some nutty broad in a Madonna costume initiated a fight with Alison (and by proxy myself after she laid her mongoloid hands on my camera) so we disembarked the bus and went to have our own fun elsewhere, minus catty bitches and inane high-school drama. Wheee!
All photos her:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/spitfirehussy/sets/72157606445412209/
Then some nutty broad in a Madonna costume initiated a fight with Alison (and by proxy myself after she laid her mongoloid hands on my camera) so we disembarked the bus and went to have our own fun elsewhere, minus catty bitches and inane high-school drama. Wheee!
Monday, July 28, 2008
Friday, July 25, 2008
Beak Attack.
In case you were wondering what my bird does when I'm busy on my laptop and neglect to pet him every five seconds:
Seriously, he climbed up there on his own and would not get down.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
I would be unable to speak without the use of my hands.
Kind of like Helen Keller.
That would be the brief interaction with me and my jazz hands as I was baking the cake bombs on July 3rd.
Yeah. I'm a little worried. By worried, I mean . . . retarded.
That would be the brief interaction with me and my jazz hands as I was baking the cake bombs on July 3rd.
Yeah. I'm a little worried. By worried, I mean . . . retarded.
Monday, July 21, 2008
Altarboys / Rafael Vigilantics @ Jolly Inn, July 19 2008
I'm posting in reverse chronological order for the last 10 days of photos. Here we go.
All photos here.
All photos here.
Sauvie Island Trip, July 17
All photos here:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/spitfirehussy/sets/72157606234110361/
This was the funniest thing I've seen all year:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/spitfirehussy/sets/72157606234110361/
This was the funniest thing I've seen all year:
Polysomniograms & MSLTs
Nicole leaves me the best comments:
I would give my left breast to have a day just to sleep for 24 HOURS. ALSO!!!! I would give my right breast to work on my laptop at the Tiger Bar. Someone is digging coal and NOT going to the sleep clinic. Feel better?
and
Remember when you bought every box of candy at the Dollar Tree before your sleep clinic appt? I do.
All true stories. I did go to the dollar store on my way here because they have Twizzler Cherry Bites there, in the big box. It's my new/only favorite candy now, so of course I bought all of them and put it on my credit card, which is arguably the most reasonable purchase I've ever made.
I'm currently sitting in room 528 of the Residence Inn at the waterfront. My overnight sleep study went well. I thought it would be hard to sleep with all that shit attached to me:
But remarkably it was not. Probably this was due to the pills I popped prior to bedtime, but nothing new there. Incidentally, there are like 8 wires you can't see in that picture which appear to be sprouting from all over my head like medusa. Or an octopus. An octo-medusa. Perhaps a medusa-pus. Anyway.
Today I'll be here for about 12 more hours. I have to take five 20-30 minute naps every two hours as part of my MSLT. So I'm still sitting here with all those wires and electrodes attached to my face. In fact, I just went downstairs to eat breakfast and looked like a total freak. The hair/piercing/tattoo combo is somehow still striking enough, even though we're in Portland (for fuck's sake) but I guess at a hotel by the river, I'm some kind of anomaly. Add to that the fact that I'm wearing short shorts and platform sandals, walking around with 10 wires coming off my face and head, carrying what looks like the world's tiniest mixer... no wonder people are staring.
I think I'm gonna take the sleep technicians up on their offer to let me walk around outside between naps. I want to make as many people uncomfortable around here as I can.
I would give my left breast to have a day just to sleep for 24 HOURS. ALSO!!!! I would give my right breast to work on my laptop at the Tiger Bar. Someone is digging coal and NOT going to the sleep clinic. Feel better?
and
Remember when you bought every box of candy at the Dollar Tree before your sleep clinic appt? I do.
All true stories. I did go to the dollar store on my way here because they have Twizzler Cherry Bites there, in the big box. It's my new/only favorite candy now, so of course I bought all of them and put it on my credit card, which is arguably the most reasonable purchase I've ever made.
I'm currently sitting in room 528 of the Residence Inn at the waterfront. My overnight sleep study went well. I thought it would be hard to sleep with all that shit attached to me:
But remarkably it was not. Probably this was due to the pills I popped prior to bedtime, but nothing new there. Incidentally, there are like 8 wires you can't see in that picture which appear to be sprouting from all over my head like medusa. Or an octopus. An octo-medusa. Perhaps a medusa-pus. Anyway.
Today I'll be here for about 12 more hours. I have to take five 20-30 minute naps every two hours as part of my MSLT. So I'm still sitting here with all those wires and electrodes attached to my face. In fact, I just went downstairs to eat breakfast and looked like a total freak. The hair/piercing/tattoo combo is somehow still striking enough, even though we're in Portland (for fuck's sake) but I guess at a hotel by the river, I'm some kind of anomaly. Add to that the fact that I'm wearing short shorts and platform sandals, walking around with 10 wires coming off my face and head, carrying what looks like the world's tiniest mixer... no wonder people are staring.
I think I'm gonna take the sleep technicians up on their offer to let me walk around outside between naps. I want to make as many people uncomfortable around here as I can.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
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