HOLIDAY AND ALL THAT
December 30, 2004
Not too terribly many blogs I read have mentioned the disaster in southeast Asia at all, and I should probably shut my fucking mouth about it as well, because who the fuck am I? Well, I’ll tell you. I am the boss of my online diary, so…
I know you are all very resourceful and generous people, and have probably done this already, but please: donate to the American Red Cross Disaster Relief effort (this link is through amazon.com). I just did. You should, too. When I donated, the total collected through Amazon was at $4,135,530.90, which is chump change at this point, considering over 116,000 are dead, but it’s something. And they need anything. So, go on now. Scoot. The link even opens up in a new window, so you can come right back here for picture time!
I’ll just run out and have a cigarette while you’re clicking buttons and all that jazz.
*puff puff puff*
Ready to get wild and crazy with the holiday photos? I know, baby. I know you are.
This is a photo of one of Crighton’s landlord’s sailboats. He decked the things (jibs? lines?) with colored lights, and put white lights on the, um, pier end thingies. You know the big stump-looking parts. Anyway. I took a picture of it. I haven’t the slightest fucking clue what I did to make this picture happen, but I like it.
This is my foot with henna on it. If you can get past my freak toes, please take a moment to appreciate the design, lovingly crafted by my brother Eric.
Eric. Wearing the hat that I got him as part of his Christmas gift. And looking, like. Um. HAHAHAHAHA.
The Fraggle slippers! And the open dishwasher! And my brother’s feet! And my dad’s left leg (partial)! I like how my ankles are all sinewy-looking.
Eric reading tarot cards. I believe this may have been my mom’s reading.
Merry Christmas and he-he-hello. I look like a mess. And I know what I did to make THIS photo happen. I woke up.
So, yeah. That’s that. I’m off of work tomorrow, which is totally sweet. I think I may well take Monday off, too. I have shit to do, people. To wit: laundry, cleaning of house, working on my story thing, sleeping, etc., and these are not things one does of a weekend. Actually, I think that some people do. Bully for them and all, but I’m not trying to ruin a perfectly good Saturday by Swiffering my floor.
- The Killers album, “Hot Fuss” (could I pimp Amazon any more today?). I have a tendency to listen to 1 song over and over again, especially in the car, so I brought the CD in to work today, knowing I could listen to it while I, um, work, and wouldn’t feel so compelled to have one tune on constant loop. The whole thing just. God. Just go buy it. In case you need more convincing, they’re from Vegas. VEGAS!
- Scarves for the ladies. I currently have two, and I need more. I wear them constantly, and cannot recommend them enough for both looking fetching and keeping yourself warm. I know Target has some very stylish ones for around $15. And, menfolks, you too, actually. Scarves are SCORCHING HOT.
- Wearing pajama tops to work. Allegedly. Allegedly right now.
I’m going out tonight with Anne and Crystal to beat downtown Annapolis into submission. And then sit on it and paint my fingernails. If you’re going to be in town somehow, email me, and I’ll buy you a beer.
Right then. I will catch you all on the 2K5 flip-flop.
Pucker up, everyone! It’s kissy time!
*MWA*,
Kristin T.
PS – Make New Year’s Eve your bitch, but if you drive fucking drunk I will cut you.
PPS - *AIRHORN* *AIRHORN*
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