I've heard of this 6x6 group that sounds interesting, so I'm gonna try to fit some of my stuff into squares.  It's sounds like one of those "why not". Uh, good thing you remind me, I need to return mum's books to the new library and try to explain why one seems to have been chewed on by a golden retriever....

True blued

 

 

Good to know the cammie makes an effort even when blinded by the shine

 

 

 

Perfect day for taking just some pickies :p

  Fire on Babylon :p

It's been one of those days when the weather's just simply showing off. I took exactly 354 shots on my way to the parents' house, and would have taken several more if the fog didn't drop the curtain on the valley and declared 'show's over, folks'.  I tried to carry a shapely icicle to show to Piček (nothing kinky about it, even though I'm reading Wintersmith and have seen some pretttty off episodes on CSI:LV), but it melted despite the temps and my puffy gloves by the time he snatched me. Lovely lunch at his place and I found out that one of the toddlers - the one that's practically my mental clone, has to go to the hospital next week to get cured of bee allergies. No idea why anyone would want to do that, unless it's lethal. It's like someone would want to get themselves cured of being stung by snakes. Probably cure does more damage than odds you'll actually ever need that treatment? But anyhoo, I'm going to write him a letter within letter within letter with cool tasks such as: Open on Tuesday! - today's mission: find out if the chocolate cake in cafeteria is any good; make a new friend; find out the color of the eyes of the nicest nurse... Knowing him, it should help a great deal to pass the only time he's ever been away from his home and since everyone's making such a fuss, he now thinks that's a bad thing.

 

Did some shopping with Piček for mum's baking gear collection and some grocery - always a pleasure when we do it in the big shopping mall. I spend so much time in a protected environment, surrounded just by an idea of people that when I actually go amidst people and they are all strange and oblivious to me and flawed, it's like going to a museum by now. Weird, I know.It's a hermit thing. Only time the scene was tainted was when I saw my ex "Smallest penis I've ever seen on a grown man" husband and my blood boiled, but then I saw he's with his mother and could but feel ridiculous. Seriously. The General he is not.

             Uu, we had sort of a ... hm... 'building meeting' today and of course mum CBA and sent me to participate and at first I forgot about it, but then they saw me coming home and reminded me, the other tenants, and I thought I could take my royal bitchiness out on them. Piček hid under four quilts and would not chaperone me, but it wasn't so bad. I pretended to be somewhere else for most of the time and the only time my issues came up was over the money we are being PAID (a concept so alien to me, I felt absolutely nothing to do with it.) The super complained about how gran and mum are using him for their schemes and I said "Seriously? You think YOU have it bad? I'm RELATED to them. One's CBA and the other's an icebreaker tanker. How do you think *I* stand in this dispute of theirs, considering I LIVE in the damn thing?" But mostly people just fussed about drainage and snow sliding off roofs and suchlike, as if the building is about to collapse on all of us. The thing is 16o years old, standing on Roman foundation and it has walls 85 cm thick. It'll be here a while.

 

In other news, am an official representative of TB in the Tournament and have made my first Kebab yesterday. NOT the culinary wonder those Turks produce with their eyes closed and one hand tied behind their back. My picturesque nightmares continue (tonight's feature were my 8o-year old grandma and my 8o-year old mother fighting about which one will get their hair done by me.. Don't make me elaborate.) and I've heard so many bad things about that famous woman that's offered me the job, that I am now pretty certain I'm better off without her. But I like nothing more than a challenge... Well, okay, that's not true. I like plenty things more than a challenge, but I'm on my period AND on a diet, so none of them are optional for me at the mo. :p

 

Spent the day in a bad mood over having Piček act as my muscle again - getting the money from people who owe me.. It wasn't worth it having a fight with him, but if I didn't really need it to cover my taxes and insurance and basic bills, I wouldn't have gotten into it at all. It's kind of fucked up how folk simply ignores me when it's time to pay me. I can call or write or do whatever, and they'll just give me shit. He doesn't get shit, he gets results, but it doesn't mean he likes it any more than I do. I was offered to do a gig by a famous chick today, but I don't think it will come to results. I can tell, because so far anyone I ever wanted to meet or work with, has disappointed.T-shirt wisdom, eh? 'People disappoint'.

Piček is asleep now - he's on his 12-hour sleep mode again, but as long as his body is getting healthier, I won't bug him how that means I get to have him for myself for about four hours per day.. He only snores when his throath is troubled - he isn't snorring now. That's good. Fuck, I just remembered I haven't called my parents in four days... Never seems to be a good time for it.... :S The Deaviant Art reached the 1ooo hits count, though. Too little too late. I CAN'T let that become the story of my life. I used to be really good at doing mad things and getting an even madder stories for it.. It's not as easy now, as Piček has almost no urges to be a waitress in Las Vegas or a factory worker in Japan or a London saffron smuggler.. I have to aim twice as high to get two people half the way..

                  Well, if anyone can do it - I hate to say it, it's hard to say it, but - it's probably me. Haha. :P

PS Remind me to draw Tiffany Aching as send it to Pratchett. No agenda, just gratitude.

Just a daily update

As WoW goes, I have reached the title of the Ambassador - exalted with all capitals, heading towards Crusader. The other two great ones that appeal to me are The Diplomat (hah! hah hah!) and The Loremaster. They both mean you've got way too much time on your hands. The Undercity faction remains to be the one most fun to strive after. I am doing the Argent Tournament dailies, some of which are ridiculously annoying. I suppose they are meant to be done in pairs or something, but Piček's comp is acting up. He is on a WoW fast. I did duel someone and beat them. Imagine that. Am also 3 items shy of the 'Epic!' ach., meaning soon I won't have any reason left not to apply for 25-man-raids..

         I wrote a short essay about what it would be like to BE a zombie, and tried to get Piček to call the travel agency guy - but the guy was in Kuwait. Four days left to meet the taxes... Tick tack...

         Am painting slowly, surely, and taking lots of pickies. Watching Showgirls, The Departed, Inglorious Basterds and Terminator Salvation, turned on by how much Worthington looks like a young Piček. Ironically, he wasn't very cute when he was younger. Five years apart, they look 15 years apart and except for their teeth (Worthington's are completely flat whereas Piček's are brutally jagged - I'm guessing the former is something like Rh A+)  they have the same brow, same deep round eyes, small mouth and roud cheeks. Granted, Piček's mouth is hidden under the mustage and is a lot more pouty. The minus side of him shaving almost all of it off is that it's like fucking sandpaper to kiss and caress, but the plus is I get to see the proper shape of that mouth and it is murder :p 

My mum has this really cute way of giving us posh food. (By us I mean my sis' and my own household.) Here's the established pattern:

1) When we visit and when it arrives, she excitedly shows us the latest catalogue of a kind of mail ordered frozen goodies. (That company has some really really cool products, for, of course, five times the mortals price. But their pistaccio ice-cream made me rethink my attitude towards pistaccio ice-cream. Let's say - if you got it, it's worth the money.)

2) We, I, kind of mark the stuff we would have if we had money and leave the post-it with the numbers on the cover. Or names are clearly marked. We order, like, three or four items. We would live without them just fiiiine, they are vanity food anyways.

3) She orders her own stuff (buckets of ice-cream in all kinds and forms) and ours and then calls us how much the stuff we asked for cost..! But she doesn't say 'give me that money', she just says 'this is the last time!'

4) When the stuff arrives, she calls us all excited that it did and complains how it doesn't fit into the freezer, we have to come get it, pronto. We do. We show how excited we are also.  Again, there are the remarks on how much we spend, but her complaints about the cost of food is something I probably heard the day I was born. This is how she loves to buy us posh food. At first i was embarassed for even asking, but I noticed how happy she is when my sis does it, regardless of how she sounds. It's her thing. It always has been. Now I know that, too. I can live without the yummy goodness, but making her happy in such a weird way is kind of cool. There are always two stages of her regret - 15 seconds at the cash register and 5 seconds when it fails t fit into the fridge. The rest is her joy.

*In case you were wondering - I got: minced meat rolls with gauda cheese centers; four-flavored ice cream (amarena, wallnut, coffee and straccatella); four flavored veggie dumplings; first cooked and then slightly fried gnocchi with cream centers.... And I'm on a fucking diet.