So. I've finally decided it's time to give dating a whirl. One can only wallow in bitter divorcee-ism for so long, right?
Only I've never really dated before. At all. Ever. So I have no clue what I'm doing.
I check this dating site and my email obsessively when I get home every night. It's this juvenile feeling of "OMG BOYZ" that keeps me checking over and over again, sometimes many times within the hour.
I'm a total head case. Or really lonely. Or both.
What the heck am I doing?!
- Dating OMG
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skullbutt- April 29th, 2010
anxious
- White Ain't Right
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- skullbutt
- March 24th, 2010
crappy
Spring cleaning. Good God, how I hate it.
I live in one room. I have crap strewn throughout my parents' house but it's stuff I'm not using right now (i.e. all that domestic stuff I used when I was married) but I essentially have a room and a bathroom to myself. I still have an amAZing amount of shit in my room, like, piles of books, nail polish bottles, clothes, costume jewelry, skulls (what? It's true!) incredibly immature plush creatures... oy. I hate it.
I'm working on cleaning it all up. It really does look like some recent divorcee is camped here. Taking another look at my little nest, it's a wonder someone didn't drag me to a counselor and lock the door. Cripes, y'all.
The upside, I've found some DVDs I've never watched and books I've never read! I've also been reunited with my B.B. King CD. Sweetness.
I had a nasty nail polish incident this evening. I snagged the Lavender Cloud polish by Sally Hansen and got to work, oblivious to the horror that was to strike. This polish is white, with just a slight hint of lavender. In fact, I think the hint's so subtle that the only lavender in it is the name. I started putting it on and... it was awful. It wasn't applying particularly well and the color was all wrong on me. I thought white nail polish might be amusing, or edgy, or amusingly edgy, but it just wasn't. It just looked awful. I ripped that crap right off and threw away the bottle. This is Sally Hansen's expensive 5-in-1 line too (although that's a lie, it doesn't have a base coat or top coat included) so to throw it away had to mean it sucked wholesale. Ugh.
Instead, I'm wearing one of my real favorites: Fuggen Ugly by Man Glaze.
Don't know Man Glaze? Check out their website here. The stuff's a dream, whether left matte or polished up with a top coat. It's a fantastic dark grey with a little shimmer in it. It's damn near perfect to apply, and it dries fast. I enjoy the dry, black humor of the company, too.
They have a black polish - #Matte is Murder - but I haven't tried it yet. I'm sortof savoring it. Plus I have maybe five black polishes around here, so it's not as if I need another. Ahem.
- Yay, we won! Didn't we?
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- skullbutt
- March 23rd, 2010
cranky
We watched the vote last night. I personally felt a little ill watching the whole thing, but it was popular with the other members of this household. Sure, I'm thrilled when the Home Team makes good, but....
I can't help but feel a little nervous on a few counts.
1. The Democrats are all over the place. Herding spilled marbles on a tiled floor is easier than getting the Dems to agree to anything at all. It's little wonder the party symbol's the donkey. We kick our own ass in times like this.
Yes, I suppose it's a strength: We can think independently. We're not the Borg. We don't tow party lines, or rather, we don't tow them enough to be predictable.
2. Pro-life Democrats. They exist? Does this mean we'll discover the Easter Bunny and Good Violists now? Facetiousness aside, I can't help but be a little boggled at the need to mollify them with an executive order. Want some fries with that? Now that we have their cooperation, what are we going to do to purchase the goodwill of nutso liberals like me?
How is it that we let the Republicans frame the discussion on this for months, and drag the President through hell and back, and we didn't manage to get ONE vote from that side of the aisle? There are easy answers to this, I know, I suppose it's more rhetorical.
3. Okay, what are the repercussions for this? Are we prepared? Will we be sorry when it comes? What are we giving up to make this happen? Have we done the SWOT analysis?
4. Let's just scroll back on the celebrations and back-slapping a tad. It's advisable to be magnanimous in victory.
Anyone else feeling iffy or am I snorting too many nail polish fumes? (My nails are fabulous, by the way. "Reclaim" by Nubar. Green holo polish. Pretty. Anyway.)
You can feel free to disregard my comments and worries, by the way. I took classes in Public Policy as part of my MPA but I have to say that I've not been as politically active I should have been lately. There are probably things here I wasn't able to absorb through the news-watching and reading that I do.
Oh, and I bet we'll see more of this. It would figure it would start here in Arizona, somehow.
- Skullbutt.
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- skullbutt
- March 17th, 2010
creative
So... I have hated my journal name forever. It's just really irritated me for some time. I don't know wtf I was thinking when I named it, and... I would really start to post more crap here but I just can't MAKE myself with that damned name.
So I bought a rename token.
So I was looking through the names. Everything I could come up with on my own wasn't available. So I typed in a word to see what might come up.
"Skull" lead to "skullbutt."
Yes, SKULLBUTT.
I will likely regret this, but for now? I am amused.
- Party Time. Excelleeeent.
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- skullbutt
- July 15th, 2009
silly
I so rarely post anything here. I do, however, post lots of stuff on Facebook.
If you've a mind to, here's a link to a new album on my account. It's of a divorce party, and the birth of two tattoos. (Only one's mine.)
- Bored friending meme thingum!
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- skullbutt
- July 8th, 2009
bouncy
Hey, if you're on my friends list... fill this out! Is fun! Hikeeba!
1. Your Middle Name:
2. Age:
3. Single or Taken:
4. Favourite Movie:
5. Favourite Song or Album:
6. Favourite Band/Artist:
7. Dirty or Clean:
8. Tattoos and/or Piercings:
9. Do we know each other outside of LJ?
10. What's your philosophy on life?
11. Is the bottle half-full or half-empty?
12. Would you keep a secret from me if you thought it was in my best interest?
13. What is your favourite memory of us?
14. What is your favourite guilty pleasure?
15. Tell me one odd/interesting fact about you:
16. You can have three wishes (for yourself, so forget all the 'world peace etc' malarky) - what are they?
17. Can we get together and make a cake?
18. Which country is your spiritual home?
19. What is your big weakness?
20. Do you think I'm a good person?
21. What was your best/favourite subject at school?
22. Describe your accent
23. If you could change anything about me, would you?
24. What do you wear to sleep?
25. Trousers or skirts?
26. Cigarettes or alcohol?
27. If I only had one day to live, what would we do together? (If you have no idea, just say something crazy, it'll entertain me!)
28. Will you repost this so I can fill it out for you?
- Argh
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- skullbutt
- April 23rd, 2009
- aggravated
I need a way to record the thoughts in my head. While they're in my head. As opposed to, oh, spilling out of my ears and getting lost.
If I could find a way to accomplish this, I'd have half of my sci-fi romance novel written. As it is, though, all of these brilliantly-crafted scenes (they're in my head, people, I can say they're brilliant if I want) are going totally to waste.
For instance, this morning I had a really good page or two written about the heroine's love life, and how it was in the toilet. It was semi-autobiographical and quite good. No, really. I told myself I'd write it up when I got to work and had a minute. Now, I have said minute, and I can't remember one damn bit of it.
Rawrgh.
- Update and Deep Thoughts!
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- skullbutt
- March 31st, 2009
calm
I tend to always meet someone's eyes and say hi or smile as I pass by. Not in hugely public places, mind you, as that'd be sortof um, difficult, but at least in reasonable one-on-one situations. Often, I'll get a blank look in return. Am I weird for doing this?
Reading three books right now:
Wanderlust - Ann Aguirre
The Darkest Kiss - Gena Showalter
Shades of Dark - Linnea Sinclair
Okay, maybe not so much the third one... I got sucked into Showalter's book and haven't really spent much time with the Sinclair book, despite rushing out to buy it after finishing Gabriel's Ghost. I'm enjoying all of them immensely, so have a look.
(I will go into mourning when I finish Wanderlust. The third book comes out in September. A nearly-entire baseball season away! Woe and tiny violin music!)
I have two social engagements planned for the week, a trip to New Orleans booked for the end of the month, and I'm actually plotting out two books. I'm starting to really feel like myself again, after a cruddy year.
- Brain Bleach
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- skullbutt
- February 26th, 2009
morose
I need it. Very badly.
I saw something on Facebook and I can't unsee it. Why can we send a man to the moon, text friends from around the world, and buy any book we want on the Internet, but we can't have brain bleach?
- Overheard at Walgreen's
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- skullbutt
- February 6th, 2009
amused
"Heather?"
"Huh?"
"I love you."
"... You're weird."
Romance! Catch it!!
