April 22, 2007

Leafing well enough alone.

I'd like it to be summer now, if that's not too much to ask. I thought I'd made it through the winter without getting horribly emo, but then it turned cold and rainy again and I couldn't marshal my defenses in time. I did spend last night out of the house socializing with actual people, but I made up for it by spending this afternoon lying glumly across my bed drawing falling leaves. It would probably be a really good idea for me to move to Phoenix instead of Portland. I'll consider it.

I went, okay, look, don't laugh. I went to the Death Cab For Cutie website last night and it started playing songs at me. I managed to ignore it for a while, but then it played one really beautiful song and by the time I came to my senses I'd already ordered the CD, a t-shirt, and a button with a picture of a bird I swear I have an excuse for the button I needed another dollar to get free shipping shutupshutup. I feel like I should pull on my big stompy boots, safety-pin some stuff to my pants, stick my hair into spikes, and sit around jeering at my sissy tattoos and flipping myself off when I walk by.

Actually, that sounds kind of fun. It sounds like more fun than the three appointments I now have for getting said tattoos finished, because those are on three successive Thursdays at the end of June. When Mike suggested making the second appointment a week after the first, I thought it sounded like one of the most unpleasant experiences I could imagine. When he proposed a third one the week after that all I could do was agree for the hilarious awfulness of it and hope like hell that he'd manage to finish in two sessions, because if he doesn't then there will be three solid weeks in which I will be covered in ointment and unable to take a proper shower. Word to the wise: avoid smelling me between June 21st and July 10th.

Posted by dianna at April 22, 2007 04:25 PM