I embrace my inner hipster!
Or, I would, but she's pulled away with a look of disdain. I guess she doesn't like being embraced.
'Get It Done'
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I embrace my inner hipster!
Or, I would, but she's pulled away with a look of disdain. I guess she doesn't like being embraced.
So far, this week is not impressing me with its goodness and benevolence. Try harder, week.
Yeah, weeks that start with my crying at work are not good.
I was sort of offended when a friend said I was a hipster, but she didn't mean it in a derogatory way, whereas I have only ever heard the term used negatively. She just meant that I liked to wear ironic T-shirts and listen to indie bands. Does wearing Threadless and loving the Dresden Dolls make me a hipster?
BOOOO, Monday!
Although I am totally a hipster now that I'm on the Tumblr. I got one of those finger mustache tattoos over the weekend and everything.
TOM IS AWESOME!!!
and JESSE IS A LIAR!
Ugh Perkins, sending no-infection ~ma your way.
God, Perkins, way to not start your weekend right. Also, don't get infected anymore, okay? Even a little bit. (Also, you're so not making me want a port...you really need to sail through this adversity free FOR ME, understand?)
My sister keeps reminding me my mother reads my LJ. But surely she doesn't click on all the cut tags of boring-to-her stuff, right?
I call in a redo for this week. It's still early enough to fix things.
Thank god tumblr's not just me. I've been twitchy, and that's sad.
I suddenly have "Just another Tino Monday" in my head, to the tune of ... yeah, that. Do not want.
I'm glad Sass is resting well, Sparky. Poor little thing.
Perkins, no more infections!
In an attempt to redirect the week, pictures from the very mini but extremely delightful SF2F yesterday:
Matilda, HKF and Sox walking in the rain (we were going to ride the great glass elevator at the St. Francis, but it turned out to be closed to non-hotel-guest persons, so we had to content ourselves with hanging out in the swanky lobby looking at a 10-foot-tall gingerbread and sugar cake representation of the fortified city of Carcassone, surrounded by fake snow and a train full of tiny Christmas elves (it bills itself as the largest sugar castle in San Francisco, apparently having trounced all competing SF sugar castles in some castle-on-castle smackdown we never heard of before).
Riding the F Market. Immediately after I took this picture, HKF borrowed Matilda's book and in true Buffistasprog fashion, they put their heads together and spent the rest of the ride pondering its mysteries.
P-C makes everything awesome! When I told Matilda who we were meeting, she actually squeed, and then she clapped her hands and said, "I like Sunil! He makes me laugh!"
(However, she was sad that javachik couldn't make it. She still talks about taking the dogs for a walk and being very careful with their leashes, and picking lemons, and the pretty shower curtain with the butterflies.)