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Happy Birthday, Freekee!!!!
May. 15th, 2001 09:16 am*whips up large cake with fizzing candles*
"Thiiis is your birthday song,
It isn't very long,
Huzzah!!!"
In other news:
It is 90 goddamn degrees outside. That bears repeating. It's not even June, and it is 90 degrees...*Sweats copiously*
I didn't sleep well because Bri landed on my doorstep at 1 in the morning with a tub of Ben and Jerry's. Dammit, he's too cute when he does that.
The private doll class went well, and now there is a nicely baked Hamlet doll that didn't exist this time yesterday. (Bravo, Jesse!!) And I made a spooky red-haired Goth doll with a lens in her stomach to see the sculpted flower I put there.
(Boots and clothes are in progress) Tomorrow I go to Gus Lucky's again, and maybe Thursday checking out an artist's group in Nordeast.
Lately I've been in an odd mood--rather agressive about defending friends and opinions from people who step too heavily. I've always rooted more often for the underdog than not, but this newfound impatience with rudeness is a bit of a suprise to me. I'e turned into Miss Manners on angel-dust.
I think it's only a matter of time before someone says something like, "Feminism is dead, baby, just lie back and enjoy" and I'm gonna lose my top and pull a Mr Furious out of Mystery Men:)
*squeezes Santa-Claus stress ball and pants with suppressed rage* (pant pant pant pant!)
Ms Eff...but enough about me, how are you?;)
"Thiiis is your birthday song,
It isn't very long,
Huzzah!!!"
In other news:
It is 90 goddamn degrees outside. That bears repeating. It's not even June, and it is 90 degrees...*Sweats copiously*
I didn't sleep well because Bri landed on my doorstep at 1 in the morning with a tub of Ben and Jerry's. Dammit, he's too cute when he does that.
The private doll class went well, and now there is a nicely baked Hamlet doll that didn't exist this time yesterday. (Bravo, Jesse!!) And I made a spooky red-haired Goth doll with a lens in her stomach to see the sculpted flower I put there.
(Boots and clothes are in progress) Tomorrow I go to Gus Lucky's again, and maybe Thursday checking out an artist's group in Nordeast.
Lately I've been in an odd mood--rather agressive about defending friends and opinions from people who step too heavily. I've always rooted more often for the underdog than not, but this newfound impatience with rudeness is a bit of a suprise to me. I'e turned into Miss Manners on angel-dust.
I think it's only a matter of time before someone says something like, "Feminism is dead, baby, just lie back and enjoy" and I'm gonna lose my top and pull a Mr Furious out of Mystery Men:)
*squeezes Santa-Claus stress ball and pants with suppressed rage* (pant pant pant pant!)
Ms Eff...but enough about me, how are you?;)
