A runaway wife and a three time loser must always move forward.

I watched the Zanti Misfits episode of The Outer Limits last night.  It scared the fuck out of me when I was a kid and it still does. I highly recommend it. If you're into night terrors about giant ants with human faces, that is.

The Dancing Dead

I'm going to the zombie prom next month. I'm very excited. I've never been to a dance before, let alone a prom. I can't wait.

What is wrong with me?

I'm working six days this week. I'm ill. I'm giving blood tomorrow before work. I'm going to a rock 'n roll garage sale on Saturday. Sunday, I have to socialize. My therapist says so.

On the plus side, my sister knitted me a Stormtrooper hat!  This is hat #2, since Sis scrapped the first one because it was "too big for your pea head." 

Ha!

I love these guys.


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Music, music, I hear music

Don't forget, tomorrow is Hoodie-Hoo Day! I wait alll year for this thing, and it's so silly, but I love it.

Went running today, preparing for the Shamrock run next month.  I also made Chocolate Stout Cupcakes:





They're soooooo gooooood.

I've started playing the guitar again. I say this like I was ever really good at it, but it used to make me happy.  So I stole my sister's guitar, tuned it and started figuring out "Life's a Gas" from tab. I went with T. Rex mostly because I love T. Rex, but because Bolan didn't know more than four or five chords, and that's about where I'm at. Other songs I used to know have been rapidly coming back to me, though only in bits and pieces. The Man is giving us a "we're doing super" bonus with our next paycheck, so I'm going to buy myself an acoustic. My sister's Epiphone is great, but I want/need something with a narrower neck. Something more fitting for my hamster hands.

If I just get through this night

I've always hated valentines day. Single, dating, doesnt matter: it's fucking stupid.

I'm not too proud to admit that a part of me hates it for more personal reasons. It's particularly hard this year. I keep getting reminded of the fact that I'm this old and no one has ever been in love with me. I've never been someone somebody couldn't live without, and that hit me hard recently.

There must be something fundamentally unloveable about me. It's not that I'm shy and I don't get out much. I was a pretty social person back in the day. I just don't have whatever it is that makes a guy say "I can't let this one go." In fact, I seem to make it easy for people to walk away without looking back, moving on like I never existed or mattered.

Why is that?

I don't know. I thought I was always a pretty kick-ass girlfriend. All I want to do is hang out, listen to music, play video games, watch movies, etc.

Fuck today. I wish I'd taken the night off from work.

The Origin of Love

The only movie you should watch tomorrow: Hedwig and the Angry Inch.