gra-tu-i-tous |grəˈt(y)oōitəs|
{ORIGIN mid 17th cent.: from Latin gratuitus ‘given freely,spontaneous’}
adjective:
1. uncalled for; lacking good reason; unwarranted : gratuitous violence.2. given or done free of charge : gratuitous advice.
vi-o-let |ˈvī(ə)lət|{ORIGIN Middle English : from Old French violette} adjective:
1. a bluish-purple color seen at the end of the spectrum opposite red.
noun:
2. a herbaceous plant of temperate regions, typically having purple, blue,or white five-petaled flowers, one of which forms a landing pad for pollinating insects. Genus Viola, family Violaceae.
3. ME.

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Wasting Time When Time is All Ya Got

I spent hours blob drafting while crying this morning. 
Then deleted that crap.
 My latest knitting project has proven to be 2.5 skeins-worth of a waste of my efforts this week. 
So I started another project I may never complete.
And then
I pointlessly drove with a friend to run her errands as a favor- 
to a place that wasn't even open this weekend.
And proceeded to get carsick on route home.

Ms. V- this is your life.

REALLY?!?!?!?


I came home and wanted lie down and chill with my kitty to find that she was already sleeping-
 on my pillow.  
And still is.
There goes that idea. 

Was originally titled "Nyan Cat Timelapse" 
but looks more like 
"Poptart Space-Cat Fart Rainbow" to me. 

So what did I do? 

I spent 2 hours, maybe more, investigating nail-art tutorials on YouTube. 
I did not do my taxes. 
I did not get fresh air or exercise.
 I did not even make art. 
I watched videos made by fetuses with deep southern drawls on how to marbleize and newspaper-ize and create galaxies on my fucking fingernails. 

SEE!??!?!

You know that shit's cool

Even Stephen Hawking fucking agrees with me.

I guess it all started last night, as I was an utter mess before I even woke. 

Stupid f'n Baby

Dumb psycho upstairs neighbors were goddamned river-dancing at like 6:45 in the fucking a.m. on my one day to sleep in. 

Fucking Douchebags

As if that wasn't bad enough, I woke on the verge of a chaotic emo tailspin after a shitty night of dreaming about and subsequently missing Mr. fucking X and the shadow of a sex life I until most recently had. 

Seriously. Why do I bother?

Stupid time-period movies- don't watch them, especially before beddy-bye. 
Something about the costumes, of which I am a complete sucker for, mixed with the yummy debauchery, of which I am also a complete sucker for- equals my undoing. 
That's why I refuse to watch The Tudors
(Which I know I would love.)

He is hot enough to get burned on. Or under.

And also this morning, I made bad breakfast decisions and fell off my diet wagon. 

Remember that 1970's Chuck Wagon commercial?

Well, it looks like another day in da Inferno for moi. 

Enjoy your fucking weekends, bitches.


14 comments:

  1. Today was my one chance for a lie in the noisy cunts next door woke me up having an argument about why they haven't had sex in ages and their finances.
    Nah, I don't get the link either.

    Sorry your still feeling low though, it will get better, you know that.
    If you were nearer I would bring you some of the lemon muffins I have just made, they would help I'm sure.

    And those galaxy nails are fucking amazing.

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    1. If people would just bang out instead of fighting about it, everybody wins. WTF?
      ANd I'd love some home-made baked goods. I'll be right over!!!

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  2. I tend to waste a lot of time, too.

    I find I'm in a better - a better psychological state - after wasting time than after actually doing something that could be called, you know, an accomplishment or something.

    Planning blogs is the best time waster for me, because I don't tend to get impatient, but it's almost always a waste of time.

    Today I spent about 4 hours planning this political blog in late-period Beckett voice, but when I sat down ended up writing something cute spontaneously.

    So, 4 hours I'll never get back.

    Those fingernails are damn cool, though!

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    1. I thought I was the only one wasting time in full days. Good to know I am not. Bad that my stuff doesn't get done because I am bust daydreaming... or day-maring, as the case usually is. Grughghbsnamf,.

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  3. Could be worse. You could be fighting with Mrs. Penwasser. Wait, that doesn't make any sense!
    In any event, I'm still sleeping in the other room tonight.
    At least I was able to write a post.

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  4. It's true, some days it isn't worth chewing thru the restraints.. Cute nail art tho.. Hope your weekend gets better and if it doesn't just think.. You could be Whitney Houston's daughter.. Think about it, you've got one parent left and it's fucking Bobby Brown???

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    1. Eeeewwwww. Bobby Brown's a bigger mess than that baby up there ^^^^^^^^

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  5. You would actually not love The Tudors because that dude who plays the love of my life ( I love dead kings), looks like he has stinky breath.

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    1. PeeeeYeeewwwwww. But for reals, JRM is a total babe. I cannot look or I will burn my corneas out.

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  6. Johnathan Rhys Myers, that man makes me want to touch myself in all the wrong places.

    Sorry you feel like crap Violet. It's such a gut-wrenching kick in the teeth, when shit like this happens.

    I'm not even gonna say feel better soon, cos that would just be stoopid, just feel better. :)

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    1. Thanks flower lady. I just got off the phone with my bestie and he brought to my attention that it takes more than 26 days to deal with this crap. I had no idea. It's been years since I had to think @ it. I was what one could call "a serial monogamist" but am done with that title for a while- I hope. Feeling shitty, but so what.
      XO- V

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