The Way of Mei

The good:

Cat slept with me all night.  Kitten cuddles make all things better.

My pyjamas are really cute

I have pancakes for breakfast!

It is snowing and I do not have to go out in it.

My apartment is clean.

The bad:

Listing my list of aches and pains would be boring, so suffice it to say! I have aches and pains and I would like someone to come and massage me in a clinically approved manner that will cause no more aches or pains (which is not a viable possibility at the moment)

Sleep hates Mondays.

I have five minutes before I have to work.

Ow.

The Ugly:

MONDAY.

I think I’d get seriously annoyed if I randomly heard a dead guy telling me to “Trust the Force” during moments of stress.

How DISTRACTING.

EEEEHEEEHEEHEEE.  I got Star Wars! Episodes 4-6! (THE GOOD ONES, PEOPLE.) MWAHAHAHAHAHAH.

Totally know what I’m doing tonight and it involves carbonite, wookies and ewoks.

(diiiiiirtyyyyy)

…That I have to start working on transferring all my data from my old laptop to my (new!) macbook, and also start the setup to get my emusic membership working so I can get! New! Tunes! 

This made me die a little inside.  I think I’m going to go find somewhere serving eggs instead.

It would be pretty pathetic for me to pay someone to do all this, given that I’m more than competent with computers but whiiiiiiiiine.  I DON’T WANNA I WANNA BANG ON MY DRUMS ALL DAY.

(play guitar. same difference)

You know, I was thinking about making this like a regular Monday thing, but it turns out it takes ENERGY to come up with this much ranting, so it will just be a sporadic thing.

The worst thing is that right now, I have a day off.  And yet.

—-

Dear Taxi Driver,

No, I did not call you and it is SEVEN AM IN THE MORNING AND I AM IN BED.  I am sorry you are inconvenienced, but you know, you could have said GOODBYE when you found out I had not ordered you, instead of just leaving me saying: Hello? through the intercom at my front door.  After all, YOU WOKE ME UP.

Jerk.

Dear Cat,

Did you seriously just drool on me?  That was of LOOGIE proportions, you know. Gross.

Dear Lush,

I love you! You know I love you! I have been purchasing your hand-made products for years! I love your soaps! and your face masks! I would like to love your moisturizing bars as well! so let’s talk about them for a second.

Your moisturizing bars are a great idea - they appeal to my pragmatic nature.  Instead of getting out of the shower, drying off and THEN slathering on the moisturizer, I can do it in the shower! THIS IS GREAT! It’s right in front of me, right after I’m done soaping up! It’s ALL. RIGHT.  THERE.  YAY.

Now here’s the thing.  If I use your damn bar every day, the whole thing lasts about a week.  Lush, your stuff is expensive.  And your store is far.  I am not.  Buying this.  Every week.  What’s MORE is if I limit myself to just once or twice a week, the water DRIPPING FROM MY SHOWER starts to erode the bar.  I’m not kidding, Lush.  and I live in an old building.  Asking an old building to stop dripping is just an exercise in futility.  I am mostly just happy when things don’t DRIP THROUGH MY WALLS.

Finally, can I just say?  I get that you were doing a whole “chocolate” thing for valentine’s day, and yes, that is what I bought, but the fact that as I moisturize* having the chocolate bits swipe brownish liquid over my skin was kind of … shall I say… gross?  I mean not very appealing Lush!

Just a thought.

Kisses!

Mei

*holy crap that took me a long time to write that time.  Moisirtize, Moisurtize, Moisurtise? Moisutize! Moisturize! THERE WE GO.  Jeesh.

I CAN’T SAY IT. EVEN NOW. DON’T MAKE ME SAY IT. I’LL SAY THE EFF WORD FIRST BEFORE I SAY IT.

Going to bed now zzzzz

Alright, so.  For those who do not know, I have some problems in my neck right now.  Those problems require regular stretching.  

It is kind of like this:

Turn your head to the left 2 inches.  Turn your head to the right, 2 inches, etc.  Very exciting!

Anyway, the whole point of this story is not OH BOO HOO MEI WITH HER MESSED UP NECK, but to tell you this:

I do the stretches on the floor.  And every time, one of my cats, Freyja, sees me on the floor and chirps happily and runs over.  Because she thinks she is going to get pets (and of course she does).  And while I do my ever so slow stretching, she is rubbing her face against my feet, or rubbing her head against my leg, or coming up to rub her head against my hand all the while purring as loud as she ever could.

And this cat can purr, people.

anyway, it made me happy today. :) So now I am putting it here to remember.

Okay, so I decided to do some searching to find a few Canadian political blogs, and under a search for Canada, the first 5 choices were UFC related.

This may be harder than I thought.

thehumorlessfeminist:

walkforchoice:

Walk for Choice Toronto needs your help, everyone. Canadian friends, please go RSVP and invite everyone you know!

We also have a Walk for Choice Detroit now. Michigan rocks!

I know I have Canadian followers. GO GO GO GO GO GO.

Canadian involvement = Instant Reblog.

I have a goal today.

And that goal is to drink all my tea before it goes cold.