Last week Aunt Flo paid me a visit, and I was searching frantically through the pile of unfolded clean laundry for a pair of skivvies while getting ready for school. Could I find any? No. Now, I've got no compunction with going commando, but under the circumstances I didn't feel it was wise. Then, I espied a pair of my ex's boxer shorts (no, I did not keep them as a souvenir -- he found that he had to wear tighty whities in order to support his package and so I took his boxers). I'd worn them around the house before but never as underwear, but I was desperate and my pants were baggy, so what the hell.
I tell ya what, that was damn comfortable! Felt so breezy! Maybe I should get some more.
--What? I had to tell somebody!
In other news, I'm still interested in Blythe dolls and have a couple on their way. In response to Balwearie (hey there! good to see ya!), I have no interest in getting the Kenners. Spending up to a grand on a thirty-year-old piece of plastic is not my idea of a fun hobby. Nope, Takara Blythes only for me. Although, I bought one of the unpopular Ashton Drake Blythes (different facial sculpt and not as cute) to customize into a black doll. Wish me luck! Oh, if anyone knows anything about airbrushing plastic and vinyl, please let me know! Do I have to put gesso on the surface first? And if so, won't that create a grainy appearance?
I got a BJD and customized it over the weekend. It's a Cerberus Project Ttori, which is supposed to be a boy doll, but I put the head on a girl body. I did that with my Woori and she came out so sweet. But Ttori, well, I can't 
warm up to her. Next to Woori, she just looks like a boy in drag. I think I might have to sell her.
However, I think my paintjob on her is one of my best! I've finally figured out an important trick that no one's told me before: don't thin the acrylics with water, use a polymer medium. Hello. And since I didn't have a "regular" medium on hand, I used airbrush medium and shoot, it worked like a charm. *sigh*
At school. I actually made my eleven o'clock class. Gotta keep it up for the rest of the semester.
The next class isn't until four. I'm SO tired! I wish there was a place where I could take a nap. It was easy during the summer since no one was around. Can't sleep in the car because it's too hot. Poop.
I've been bitten by the Blythe bug. Not sure why! However, I won't get more than two or three. We'll keep it in hand this time. Maybe I can customize some for sale; they seem to do better than 16" fashion doll repaints, and they look like more fun, besides.
To explain about my meltdown ... damn, what a meltdown. It came on really fast. Well, I'd forgotten to take my meds that day. It's as simple as that! And then when I mentioned it in group the other day, the therapist/counselor, whatever, said that it was probably also due to the fact that my meds hadn't been absorbed by my system with my persistent case of the trots. Makes sense. But thank you for your supportive comments!
In other news,
I hate my stupid life. Nothing fucking goes right, ever.
"Animals Matter to Me"
I just signed a petition concerning the welfare of animals worldwide that will be sent to the UN. The link is also in my sidebar. Animal welfare is important to everyone; please sign. Thank you.
When I say I don't care about anything and that nothing matters, this is the exception. Animals are the one thing I care passionately about.
Oh my gawd, I'm so frustrated I could cry. Customer service has died. D.I.E.D. died. I know this will come as a complete shock to anyone reading this, and I apologize for any irregular heartbeats that result.
1. I signed up for "Freedomlink," an AT&T wireless internet available at Barnes & Noble, etc. That was before I knew I'd sign up for SBC wireless at home, which, of course, has merged with AT&T. This Freedomlink stuff is $20 a month, but for home WiFi subscribers it's $1.99. Additionally, there's a one-year contract. So, I phone to try to get those folks to let me have the 1.99 fee instead of the $19.99, and they say that they can't do it; that I have to use the website. Yet on their site I see no links to get where I want.
2. Remember that stupid fucking aircard I bought from Cingular (who, incidentally belongs to the same "family" as AT&T and SBC)? The one I bought in APRIL? The one I returned IN APRIL because it didn't fit my notebook? I still haven't received my refund ($265), despite making no fewer than five phone calls regarding the matter. I have my web order number, but I lost my confirmation slip from the post office, although I remember that the parcel was received by them on April 13. Because I no longer have the confirmation number, they refuse to fund my money. Why? Because those aircards don't have any products numbers on them. Additionally, it's obvious that there's no receivables logs, i.e., "Parcel received from Newpeep in Big City on April 13." Fucking assholes. Just because I don't have my fucking confirmation number, I'm being crucified, and this is pissing me off to no end. Why why why why why.
I know I'm incoherant. I just love how they make it all my fault. We can't give you your money back and it's all your fault. Fuck them, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck them!!!
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Update: The folks at Cingular "Customer Care" have agreed to credit my Cingular account (not give me a refund), but only for half the amount that is due me. Reason: they have no way to confirm that this item was ever received in their returns department. Ain't that the shit.
Oh, great. This is just great. I didn't know that child abuse actually causes brain damage.
The Fountain looks cool as hell. I can't wait 'till it comes out! I really dig that time travel shit, or living forever, as the case here.
Awright, check this out. I've had a stomach upset for the last few days, right? Well, I was telling Anne, via email, that I'd applied some neem oil to my scalp because it's been a bit itchy lately. (Neem has antimicrobial properties and should get rid of any bacterial or fungal infections.) Then I found evidence on the 'net that neem oil can cause diarrhea, which was the reason I mentioned it at all.
Anyway, she goes and jumps to the conclusion that I've got lice! And that likely my kitties have the creepy-crawlies too, and that I should see a doctor. Well, I. Do. Not. Have. Lice. For chrissake.
Okay, get this latest thing that irks me. I've got a couple of product reviews on Amazon--not a lot, just a couple. I went to offer my hard-earned wisdom on a product the other day and when it was published, what did I see but my real, honest-to-gawd name next to my "handle," AND my location, with little text beneath that said, "Real Name, tm."
This little text thing beneath my name is called a "badge." I investigated what the fuck was going on and I read that these badges are "earned." No they're not! I didn't ask for my "Real Name" to be used, or for their fucking badge! Amazon just took the liberty of putting my name, harvested from my credit card information, on all my reviews.
I like to protect my privacy if at all possible, so I emailed Amazon and said I'd like for my Real Name to be removed. Here's their supercilious reply (retrieved from the virtual trash):
I'm sorry to hear you're having trouble with Your Real Name.
To edit the name associated with Your Profile: [instructions follow]
So I follow the directions and this is what I see:
Note: If you use a Pen Name, you will not receive a Real Name™ badge.
Oh my gawd, I won't receive a badge? Heavens to fucking Betsy! How will I ever recover from the blow?
Hey, I used to think that Amazon was okay, a fairly cool organization. But I guess they've succumbed to suckage same as all the rest.
I just sent my lit prof an email, saying that I can't come to class and take the test today. My stomach isn't any better and surely it's not acceptible for one to act like a jack-in-the-box during a test, or for any class day. I hope he gives me an incomplete.
It kinda pisses me off; I wish I'd stayed home all summer long instead of bothering.
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UPDATE: he wants me to come in on Wednesday and take the test instead of just dropping the course altogether. He's really nice. More to follow.
Aw fuck, those dickweeds next door to me, where Wilda used to live, had a big, physical fight and I can hear someone crying. And I'm pretty sure that they abuse they dog. They also play their stereo loud sometimes. Carrie in the office asked me once if I hear anything from them and I said no, because at the time I hadn't. The floorplan of these apartments has the living room and bedroom toward the outside of the building on either side, with the walk-in closet, bathroom, and kitchen against the wall, and the floorplan is mirrored. So, the living spaces have a substantial buffer, see what I mean? The unfortunates who live downstairs from the dickweeds have no such buffer, and they've been complaining for a while. Anyway, I'll go to the office and speak to Carrie, to say, yes, I do hear them, in case they need ammunition. I'm more concerned for the dog than for anybody else, but I'm not sure what can be done about that. Based on my past experiences, any intervention of mine, however well-meant, is pathetic and ineffective.
I've still got the trots, which is how I heard the dickweeds, 'cause I was camped out on the loo. This is getting old, five days now, and tomorrow I have a test at school. I think I see Immodium in my near future. If I can make it to the store and back long enough to buy it.
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Peep didn't hold a grudge yesterday and came up to me for brushing and loving. :-)
Peep demands to be brushed every day. I can't pin Missy down long enough to run the brush through her fur, but if Peep sees me with the brush in my hand, she leaps up and demands it for herself. Well, I've been noticing that Peep's fur has been a bit oily and there's some dandruff, so I gave her a bath. To my shame, I haven't bathed the cats regularly, which is too bad because if I did they'd be used to it. As it was, Peep was a very good girl. She wailed a couple of times and tried to get away, but she didn't bite or scratch. Now she's hidden somewhere drying herself. I towel-dried her, but Christ, cat fur holds so much water!! When I bathed my dawgs, most of the water rolled right off. Not so with cats. So even though I towel-dried her as best as I could, she's still pretty sopping wet. Poor thing. I'd better give her some salmon-flavored vaseline so she doesn't chuck a hairball. But she probably won't let me near her for a while.
John, thank you once again, my well-informed friend.
Fascinating interview with Gore Vidal.
I don't like being an American. I want to move.
Ugh, I accidentally dropped one of my Wellbutrin tablets into my coffee, and by the time I got to the bottom of the mug the outer coating had dissolved of course. OMG, that shit tastes NASTAY!!!
I yam pleased to announce that ... drumroll, please ... I now have my own wireless connection at home. Finally, eh? It's pretty sweet. I videoconferenced with my friend Peggy the other night and it was a fucking blast! It's kinda funny, though; now when I talk to my friend on the "phone," I have to make sure that I'm looking presentable and that there's nothing too disgusting in the background. The cats hate the videoconference thing. I wanted to show them to Peggy but I had to catch them and hold them captive in front of the camera. As I told Peg, usually they're all over me like a cheap suit.
Peep keeps getting hairballs, so I bought this stuff recommended by Anne, Hartz Hairball Remedy, which is basically salmon-flavored Vaseline. Peep no likey! I smear it onto a forepaw and she gets all bent out of shape. Well, what makes it even worse is that Missy loves the stuff and so she starts chasing Peep to get a taste! Honestly.
Something's wrong with my stomach and I slept for nearly 24 hours yesterday. I'm so weak.
