hurry hurry hurry before i go loco

am so fucking drunk went to dinner wiht karida after fiht with the general he's a douche sobui went to dinner and drank and drank because our food never came and fucking shi and hey my roommates came home yelling and they sent me the picture of the dildo with tire tracks in front of my house don't we live in an awesome neighborhood? we think they the neigghbors are putting it there on pourpose. the probably are. and i phave picturesx of karida and micah trying to get some piece of erika's car off. my roommmmmmmates are yelling they are all drunk. but sarahs passed out i think.

no one's left untouched she's so fabulously lazy

I am far too lazy to post a picture of the Bobbi Bear I'm making for my friend - her baby shower is this weekend. I'm making the full-sized one, in red, with gold eyes and nose. I'm almost done; I have only the arms and ears to go. It. Is. So. Fucking. Adorable. And big.

I'm also making socks. They're pretty, in Meilenweit Mega Boots Stretch. The other socks are taking a time out, as Jasmin suggested.

And I don't have the innerwebs at my casa, so my posting has been limited. All apologies.

Oh yeah, and I sprained my OTHER ankle on the way to the doctor to check on my foot. Now both feet are bandaged.

Fuck me.

well what's wrong with a little destruction

Things not to do with a sock that came out so much better than expected:

1. Decide in a drunken state, "Hey, since I knit the heel and toe in a different color, wouldn't it be great to knit the top in the same different color as well?"
2. Decide in another drunken state, "Hey, I should implement that plan."
3. Decide in the same second drunken state to try to implement it while drunk.
4. Decide to try to implement it while in an unlit Metro station.
5. Decide, after having fucked it up, that it would be a great idea to cut the ribbed edge off, instead of unraveling it.
6. Cut the edge off, down almost to where the pickup needles are.
7. Decide this project is still salvegeable and try to fix it.

Not that I would know anything about this, mind you...

Anyone have any ideas on what to do with an unraveling sock, men's size 11, made in Cherry Tree Hill Supersock and Karabella Aurora 4?

so you go and you stand on your own and you leave on your own and you go home and you cry and you want to die

I hate not being communicated to, and I hate having my job change from under me, and I hate not being allowed to do my job, and I hate not being allowed to do another job.

next time you take a bubble bath hey hey little baby break down

Wow, I was so drunk I misspelled the lyrics in my post title. I'm not sure I've ever done that.

For a variety of reasons, all work, I should have my head above water after tomorrow.

In the meantime, I'm trying to knit socks for my visit with Rambo on Friday and my hands have been so swollen the past two days I can't knit. And they feel like little balls of sun, like they're on fire. What the deuce? Am I dying?

I have been rereading the Boxcar Children books, though. Having a roommate who's a grade school librarian kicks serious ass.

a sleep trasnce a dream dance a shaped tromanchbioe

huh am drunk and got a random wireless signal art my hood in the ghetto do hso here i am writing am so tired. bought yarn today and yesh drunk is jessssses faukt cuz she said hey have this applecorn stuff and u had a fee w fourb shots or some such and unm. i thi k i was gona nna write something but non cklue what iut wsas gionnnna be now.......m,b

i am smelling like a rose that somebody gave me on my birthday deathbed

Dear "Norman Smith":

I am not as fucking stupid as you seem to think all Americans who call you at your call center, which is clearly located in India, are. Don't insult my intelligence by pretending you have some "American" name.

If you were unable to perform the simple tasks expected of all Delta call center employees, why did you proceed to fuck up half of my ticket and then transfer me to someone who couldn't figure out anything and then had to transfer me to her supervisor to fix my tickets? It's someone just like you who fucked up my tickedt home this weekend in the first place, thereby precluding me from seeing The Grudge 2 with The Man Who Lives in the House.

Next time? Tell me your real name. Admit you know nothing and pass me along before you leave me on hold for 45 minutes.

way back in some city heat when a friend was anybody with food to eat

I came home tonight and begged my roommate to let me make soup for her dinner tomorrow night and this was the soup I made up with the random leftover shit in the house and she and my other roommate said I needed to write it down because it was really good so here it is. And ours is vegan.

Random Leftover Shit in the House Soup
(makes approximately 5 quarts)

1 1/2 onions
2 1/2 quarts water
5 tablespoons butter or butter substitute (we used Earth Balance to keep it vegan)
1 package frozen green beans, french style
1 bunch asparagus, cut into pieces
3 14.5 ounce cans tomatoes
1 large sweet potato, cut into cubes
1 small package baby cut carrots
crushed red pepper flakes
salt
freshly ground pepper
1 cup rice vinegar
1 cup white wine
3 tablespoons garlic powder
olive oil
6 cloves garlic
fresh ginger, grated

stock:
thinly slice 1 onion, reserve the other 1/2 onion for later. sauté onion and 3 cloves garlic, chopped in half, in pan with 2 tablespoons butter and 2 tablespoons olive oil over medium-low heat, adding another 2 tablespoons of butter and olive oil to keep glistening. Cook until onion is caramelized, approximately 35-45 minutes.

At same time, heat water, 1 tablespoon butter, 1 tablespoon grated ginger, 2 tablespoons salt, 6 tablespoons freshly ground pepper, 4 tablespoons crushed red pepper flakes, rice vinegar, white wine, and 3 tablespoons garlic powder in large stockpot until warm and butter melts. when onions and garlic have caramelized, add them to the water mixture, leaving the pan unwashed for future use. heat stock to medium rolling boil for approximately 20 minutes. drain stock, leaving only liquid and removing and discarding onion and garlic.

soup:
add sweet potatoes and carrots to stock and bring to low boil. sauté remaining onion and cut asparagus in oil left in pan used to caramelize onion. after sweet potatoes and carrots have cooked for 20 minutes, add onion, asparagus and green beans to soup, add 3 tablespoons crushed red pepper flakes and 3 tablespoons freshly ground pepper. mince remaining garlic and add to soup. cook until potatoes and carrots are softer than al dente. serve with fresh bread and wine.

well here we are at the transmission party i love your friends they're all so arty

I am swamped at work, and Flickr isn't letting me add pictures for some reason. So no true progress reports. I've been knitting a lot, and drinking a little bit more than that.

your face was blue in the light of the screen

Dear [insert name of federal government agency here] Network Administrators:

I realize that as a contractor and a workaholic, I give my life's blood to your agency, with little to no thanks and no federal government retirement plan, while treated slightly worse than a third-class citizen.

All I ask is that, on occasion, when I have a slight lull in my day or need to stop and take a breather for five minutes, I be allowed to occasionally check my e-mail, surf the innerwebs, and catch up on a couple of blogs. This activity is relatively harmless, and I don't download porn or viri or the like.

So why can I no longer comment on any of the blogs I read anymore? Why can I read them but never post a comment? People are beginning to think that I am a lame-ass and ignoring them.

I look forward to a speedy resolution, since my slack-ass new housemate can't be bothered to get either the DSL or the cable modem working. (We have both, since one didn't work and we ordered the other and they never came to install it.)

Yours humbly,

Lowly Contractor

but sooner or later her new friends will realize that julie's been working for the drug squad

Honestly, I love some of the comments on my last post. No, really. They amuse me.

I know for many offices, it's normal for there to be an admin, someone to do the "lower-level" (and I put that in quotes for a reason; I don't think it's actually lower level, I just know that many people do see it that way) work.

At my job, there are eight of us, and six work onsite. Including me, and including my supervisor. We're all pretty "high-level" within the scope of our jobs. Therefore, we do the administrative work ourselves, and we pitch in to help out when possible.

I don't want to get into specific aspects of my job, because it wouldn't be appropriate, but allow me to hypothesize, merely a guess, mind you.

Perhaps not every one of the six of us work as hard as some of the rest of us, and perhaps not everyone can be counted on to get things done, and perhaps some of the six of us do have that attitude that admin-type work is beneath them, and perhaps some people are tired of dealing with pushback from those people, and don't have time in the course of the day to do those functions themselves, and therefore ask those of us who do have time (albeit not in the friendliest of manners, using a shorthand method that's rather dictatorial) and don't give them pushback said admin-type duties to take care of, so they can be assured the work gets done.

Perhaps.

(And for the record, it was about 1.5 yards of Wool-Ease Thick 'N' Quick. Not that I don't have other yarn at work. Or a drawer full of knitting books. And needles. Or anything. Nope, not me.)