I've been jobhunting all day, since 7:30 am, and my head is going to EXPLOOOOOODEEEEE. Good news: people like me. Bad news: that doesn't mean they want to hire me!
Okay, that's literally thirteen hours of job searching/picking up apps and writing my resume, which I am still not happy with. Also, craigslist is sucking lately. I just want a decent job. Rrra. I'm done til tomorrow…
˙nice kitchens with nice appliances and nicely painted walls ˙knee socks ˙tshirt dresses ˙a nice big sweet potato ˙lush (not even a guilty pleasure anymore well maybe a little) ˙being able to return calls! ˙excercise, momentarily ˙being sixteen stories in the air looking down at san francisco, because san francisco makes me feel so small all the time, geez ˙vanillaalmondblack tea, calming teas, gingerpeachblack tea ˙baking ˙respect/respectfulness/feeling equal ˙good conversations ˙nice baths ˙good photos ˙reading ˙the movie Shower ˙friends (I need more, see makes-me-pissed-at-myself #5) ˙the idea of living comfortably and happy, and with someone I love and that loves me ˙honey ˙feelings of accomplishment (which don't come often these days)
makes me pissed at myself:
˙nervousness over returning calls wtf! ˙work! ˙is baking really so cool that i want to go to school for it
…like, really? ˙i am terrible at keeping in touch with people ˙how SERIOUSLY easily annoyed I am ˙I should drink less caffeine but I am a slut ˙_______ for no reason ˙not being able to say what I really want to say ˙fear ˙not doing what I really know is right. I know I should. Fuck.
getting back into bed right after a shower Pretty cupcakes baking ! good-smelling things taking photos getting really good negs back sessions going to band practice (dude i should totally pick up clarinet again!!!) christmas shopping for you ( i usually walk around making a hmmmmm face ) scharffen berger chocolate lip balm am I really going to Disneyland? working sewing oh good books and neat mags! billie sending out snail mails edited to add: marin county honey with the comb in the jar (chronic shit, I currently own four kinds of honey) tea
My Guilty Pleasures & Weaknesses
nip/tuck two things I can't name chocolate christmas shopping for me ummmm chocolate mac/lush tazo's calm tea (yuck tazo but OH GOD with honey it's deadly) twelve baths a day (not an accurate #, but i'll get back to you with those figures ASAP) freebasing yep that's it
Shit I Hate
life arguing/politics/political arguments that go in circles. really loud people (is it necessary?) the fact that I make a poor argument even when I believe in something. social situations people figuring out life what the fuck am i doing with myself feelings money
I am incredibly interesting. I may be complex emotionally, but I am a pretty simple fucking person otherwise!
when did i become obsessed with chocolate? I used to hate it.
I have and internet crush. YES it's true... I am smitten with pim! A fellow type-padder that writes a mostly-food blog, Chez Pim. I crush, mostly because I envy her über-foodie lifestyle (she's not even employed! and she eats at French Laundry and goes to France and eats fancy French food!) but also because of this entry. I found someone as obsessively passionate about loose leaf tea as myself. I do confess to drink the occasional bag though. Convenience. :\
Oh, and she also provides nice photos, to supplement the written bits.
Also, to demostrate my craftiness (umm yes):
I made this buckwheat pillow for bee's grandma, because she is cute and her birthday is on Thanksgiving. What a good excuse to use an expensive piece of fabric!
Being that I am ever-infatuated with Liberty fabrics, even a little (nine-dollar) fat quarter of the stuff excites me (textiley speaking). The best place to get fabric, period, in Marin county is ambatalia in mill valley. The owner is even a Moll(y), and has a fancy last name to boot. I like her but I like the fabric she carries more. Oooo.
The pillow's lightly scented with lavender and calendula ( I like that shit ) and is made up of a bit (7" x 15") of muslin (which holds the buckwheat) and has a little slipcase of 'tomato'-print liberty. It's actually teeny flowers but brendan insists on the tomato thing. So she can wash the slipcase! And you can heat it up to help with your arthritic parts. Hahahah I have such sympathy for the elderly.