Why, oh why, did I think that going to practice after spending the whole day, and I do mean the whole day, gardening would be a good idea?
I am so beat. It's not that any one part of my body hurts-- which I think is responsible for my fallacious (is that a word? it should be) thinking that I hadn't really worked *that* hard-- it's just that all of me feels like it's made of lead.
I know that's good for me. And i used to work about this hard almost every day, when I was waitressing and skating.
But I am such a wuss. I worked for nearly 8 solid hours in that garden, swinging a rake/cultivator thing, shoveling, hauling stuff, bending and lifting and straining. Then I made dinner, which was relatively easy, but involved a lot of attention. And then I sat and stared at tattooed naked chicks for a while, which was neat. (Some blog about alt-porn. Somehow I'd never heard of such a thing. It seems a bit pretentious, and pats itself on the back a lot about not being just 'busty blond bimbos', and the blogger said negative things about blonde models, like hello, you're looking at a fucking naked chick, stop being so picky. And of course, the "curvy" girls were like a size ten. Very alt. Really. But it was diverting, and mostly I looked at their tattoos.
I want a tattoo, but I don't actually want one. I want the concept of having a tattoo. But I can't commit. I'm terrible at commitment. Oy. It's not even the pain that deters me, it's just the having the same thing on me forever that does.
Oh, and also the expense. I sort of forget what it was like to have disposable income. Right at the moment, I actually need to go grocery shopping and stock up on staples, but am making little runs and eking through on creative use of what I have, because I don't think I can afford a full grocery trip just right now. Yes, it's sort of that bad. Ugh.
So money to pay some artist to draw something on me?
Yeah. Whatever.
Oh. I am so tired. Why am I not asleep? Because arising from this couch would require strength, which I don't have.
I am so beat. It's not that any one part of my body hurts-- which I think is responsible for my fallacious (is that a word? it should be) thinking that I hadn't really worked *that* hard-- it's just that all of me feels like it's made of lead.
I know that's good for me. And i used to work about this hard almost every day, when I was waitressing and skating.
But I am such a wuss. I worked for nearly 8 solid hours in that garden, swinging a rake/cultivator thing, shoveling, hauling stuff, bending and lifting and straining. Then I made dinner, which was relatively easy, but involved a lot of attention. And then I sat and stared at tattooed naked chicks for a while, which was neat. (Some blog about alt-porn. Somehow I'd never heard of such a thing. It seems a bit pretentious, and pats itself on the back a lot about not being just 'busty blond bimbos', and the blogger said negative things about blonde models, like hello, you're looking at a fucking naked chick, stop being so picky. And of course, the "curvy" girls were like a size ten. Very alt. Really. But it was diverting, and mostly I looked at their tattoos.
I want a tattoo, but I don't actually want one. I want the concept of having a tattoo. But I can't commit. I'm terrible at commitment. Oy. It's not even the pain that deters me, it's just the having the same thing on me forever that does.
Oh, and also the expense. I sort of forget what it was like to have disposable income. Right at the moment, I actually need to go grocery shopping and stock up on staples, but am making little runs and eking through on creative use of what I have, because I don't think I can afford a full grocery trip just right now. Yes, it's sort of that bad. Ugh.
So money to pay some artist to draw something on me?
Yeah. Whatever.
Oh. I am so tired. Why am I not asleep? Because arising from this couch would require strength, which I don't have.
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Date: 2009-05-02 05:45 am (UTC)I also like the concept of a tattoo, but am a great wuss. I even have planned tattoos, but fled to Asia before my wife could make me follow through. Hooray for Asia!
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Date: 2009-07-23 01:40 pm (UTC)Yeah, I noticed the whole reductive nature of it-- at this point, alt-porn and regular porn are pretty much the same thing. (Porn has always been innovative/adaptive like this, whatever people say.) There is apparently one fat chick in all of alt-porn. And almost nobody's black, unless that's the specific fetish being catered to.
Though I must mention, as a blonde, I've always been annoyed at everyone else's assumption that blonde is the default. I still get blonde jokes lobbed at me. Worse is the assumption, by everyone, that I somehow get some sort of privilege in my life from having blond hair and big boobs. Hi, not once have I ever gotten out of anything, cut the line, or gotten any favors from anyone, but I have gotten cut in line, and had the book thrown at me, because of the assumption that this was the case. So I really resent the conflation of blonde-ness with whatever it's conflated with.
Though that's really a separate rant.
Anyway, mostly I was just commenting to say I totally agree and know what you mean. And I didn't mean to leave this comment dangling there in the we-sort-of-only-just-met awkward limbo.
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Date: 2009-07-24 06:35 am (UTC)Enjoy Pennsic. I never went and am long since out of the scene. Do you know Jhonndo Oakenshield (I think that's his last name)? He's a brewer, a fighter, and the only person I know who went nearly every year. Haven't spoken to him in years, but if you do know him (and see him by chance) tell him Benno, Maud's friend, says hi.
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Date: 2009-07-26 10:50 am (UTC):)
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Date: 2009-07-28 06:17 am (UTC)Hope you had fun!
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Date: 2009-08-01 04:08 am (UTC)I am having fun, I'm just home for a lightning visit to fill in at my real life job and pick up Z to bring him out for War week. But I'm having an insanely awesome time, except that it won't stop raining.