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1. Your Middle Name:
2. Age:
3. Single or Taken:
4. Favourite Movie:
5. Favourite Song or Album:
6. Favourite Band/Artist:
7. Dirty or Clean:
8. Tattoos and/or Piercings:
9. Do we know each other outside of LJ?
10. What's your philosophy on life?
11. Is the bottle half-full or half-empty?
12. Would you keep a secret from me if you thought it was in my best interest?
13. What is your favourite memory of us?
14. What is your favourite guilty pleasure?
15. Tell me one odd/interesting fact about you:
16. You can have three wishes (for yourself, so forget all the 'world peace etc' malarky) - what are they?
17. Can we get together and make a cake?
18. Which country is your spiritual home?
19. What is your big weakness?
20. Do you think I'm a good person?
21. What was your best/favourite subject at school?
22. Describe your accent
23. If you could change anything about me, would you?
24. What do you wear to sleep?
25. Trousers or skirts?
26. Cigarettes or alcohol?
27. If I only had one day to live, what would we do together? (If you have no idea, just say something crazy, it'll entertain me!)
28. Will you repost this so I can fill it out for you?

Current Mood: bouncy

I need a way to record the thoughts in my head. While they're in my head. As opposed to, oh, spilling out of my ears and getting lost.

If I could find a way to accomplish this, I'd have half of my sci-fi romance novel written. As it is, though, all of these brilliantly-crafted scenes (they're in my head, people, I can say they're brilliant if I want) are going totally to waste.

For instance, this morning I had a really good page or two written about the heroine's love life, and how it was in the toilet. It was semi-autobiographical and quite good. No, really. I told myself I'd write it up when I got to work and had a minute. Now, I have said minute, and I can't remember one damn bit of it.

Rawrgh.

Tags: shenanigans
Current Location: work
Current Mood: aggravated
Current Music: sound of thoughts burbling out my ears

I tend to always meet someone's eyes and say hi or smile as I pass by. Not in hugely public places, mind you, as that'd be sortof um, difficult, but at least in reasonable one-on-one situations. Often, I'll get a blank look in return. Am I weird for doing this?

Reading three books right now:

Wanderlust - Ann Aguirre
The Darkest Kiss - Gena Showalter
Shades of Dark - Linnea Sinclair

Okay, maybe not so much the third one... I got sucked into Showalter's book and haven't really spent much time with the Sinclair book, despite rushing out to buy it after finishing Gabriel's Ghost. I'm enjoying all of them immensely, so have a look.

(I will go into mourning when I finish Wanderlust. The third book comes out in September. A nearly-entire baseball season away! Woe and tiny violin music!)

I have two social engagements planned for the week, a trip to New Orleans booked for the end of the month, and I'm actually plotting out two books. I'm starting to really feel like myself again, after a cruddy year.

Tags: books
Current Location: teh work
Current Mood: calm
Current Music: typing noises

I need it. Very badly.

I saw something on Facebook and I can't unsee it. Why can we send a man to the moon, text friends from around the world, and buy any book we want on the Internet, but we can't have brain bleach?

Tags: love sucks
Current Mood: morose

"Heather?"

"Huh?"

"I love you."

"... You're weird."

Romance! Catch it!!

Tags: love sucks
Current Location: Work
Current Mood: amused

Jan Brewer is now the governor of Arizona.

May God have mercy on all of us.

While the country took a huge step forward by electing Obama, Arizona gets tossed back into the dark ages with the departure of Janet Napolitano.

She is starting her illustrious career by wanting to slash the budget for higher education into mini-shreds. If you live in Arizona and care anything about the state's future, this is one thing you will want to fight. This will seriously mess with any inroads Arizona universities and community colleges have made, and retard any future progress. Tuition will go up and services will go down.

Please, talk to your legislators. There has already been a serious outcry over this, but it's going to take more. I know times are tough, but this isn't the best way to fix the budget.

(Jan Brewer says that the Cardinals will "crush" the Steelers. This is the best reason I can think of now to cheer against them. Not that I want to cheer against them, mind, but I am a Steelers fan who happens to like the Cardinals, too.)

Tags: football, politics
Current Mood: bored

Dear Cupid,

Hey! You know, you and I have always had a pretty decent relationship. Not a particularly frequent relationship, but I think we understand each other. That's why I think I can write you this so that you'll understand where I'm coming from.

Over the years, I've looked to you in my lonely times and said, hey, what gives? And you've usually put down your cell phone, pager, or scroll long enough to tell me to hold my horses and be patient. Love will show up when it's damn good and ready. That's cool, I understand. I didn't understand it so well in high school, but I got over that. I was busy with, like, other things at the time, and there were books and sports hunks to keep me entertained.

Recently, when my marriage went to shit, I looked at you again and said, hey, WTF gives? I give you credit - you took time off from texting Guy and Madonna long enough to remind me that your part in this is minimal, and that we silly humans make our own mistakes without your help. Love isn't to blame. I can dig that, Cupid. You don't know why my husband's any more of an asshole than I do, and it isn't fair of me to blame you.

I have always thought Valentine's Day is pretty cool. Who doesn't love a holiday that centers around chocolate and being nice to loved ones? I love those big heart-shaped boxes and the silly Valentine cards. I adore the funny plushy creature-gifts that you can give for Valentine's Day. And the flowers! Sigh. It makes my Libra heart sing, it really does. I have always celebrated the holiday in my own way, even when I didn't have someone - and you know how often THAT has been the case, so you can tell how dedicated I really am.

With that in mind, I wanted to tell you that if you come near me this year for any reason, I will rip off your goddamned little wings and make you eat them. Your bow and arrows will be jammed so far up your ass you won't be able to spelunk them out.

My people will call your people about next year.

XOXO,
Catherine.

Tags: love sucks
Current Location: Work
Current Mood: blah

I have a new LJ for my thoughts on wine, spirits, and all things... um... boozy: one_more_bottle 

Stop on by!

Current Location: home
Current Mood: creative
Current Music: Football!!!

Y'know, life's been sucking the big one lately. Hard.

Case in point, today was a really shitty day. Supremely shitty, both on personal and professional levels.

However, I have to say that my eye makeup was FAAAABBBBBulous. I'm almost tempted to post a picture to show off. It's all Urban Decay and I have to say that this shit's worth the money. It's a moderately-priced brand (somewhere between er... Maybelline and Estee Lauder) and it specializes in sparkle. (The Twilight vampires would love it.) Most of it isn't really that appropriate for 30-somethings pretending to be professional, but some of the products can really deliver. Today I wore the 24/7 eye pencil in 1999 (Prince Purple!) with Asphyxia and Last Call eyeshadow, all over their eye makeup primer. It lasted all day, even through the many tears I shed. Yes, it is actually waterproof.

Small favors, huh?

PS -- Are you watching "True Blood?" I am hooked.

Current Mood: depressed

The aliens have descended upon the hamlet of Gilbert. Or maybe they're simply idiots, I don't know.

I take a stroll about the neighborhood every morning before work. I get to observe many things about our neighbors. We have, for instance, the beginning of many hideous Halloween decorations up, including a scaryboo face meant for a pine or oak tree stuck on a palm tree. Yes, it does look really awful. There's one guy down the way who is making his beat-up mini-van into an artistic collage, including creepy-ass eyes and the Batman symbol. Because, why not, right? I also notice quite a few houses that have been for sale for the past five months that have still not sold - and a few of them that the poor owners are trying to rent out. I'm guessing that's not going so well. I also notice that there are a few people who are parking their cars in the street, despite the fact the HOA doesn't allow that, and I got a sternly-worded letter about that about a year ago myself. Oh, well, HOAs are nazis anyway, and why not allow people to park in the street? They are probably like me, people who had to move back in with their parents after losing their house or their marriage. In any case, this is an interesting little neighborhood in many ways.

This morning I took in two yard signs that encouraged us to support the marriage-is-a-gal-and-a-guy amendment to the Arizona constitution. Because, yes, this is the first and most important priority in our troubled times: making sure that marriage only means a man and a woman.

Fuck the stock market, the job losses, the bailout, the debates, the terrorists. Fuck the neighbors with their houses that won't sell or rent. Fuck that guy who is doing his own artwork on his beat-up mini-van because he can't afford a new car. Fuck those really idiotic Halloween decorations and the cars that are parked on the street. Fuck 'em to hell. We have GOT to make sure that teh gays know their place. THEY ARE COMING, PEOPLE, and they want to eat YOUR marriage.

Oh, and neighbors, if you are really worried about being converted, I hear aluminum foil hats will keep teh gays from eating your thoughts and turning you into Liberace. I would get name-brand foil for that, though. Don't trust that non-label foil. This is too important. I also hear rumors that if you hug the Mormon missionary who comes to your door, you'll have three days of gay protection.

I call all colors of bullshit on this one. Give all consenting adults the right to marry, for God's sake. Don't be dicks, and please, please consider your priorities when choosing a yard sign. I don't want to go about throwing stones, but you all do look like idiots worrying about something that's really none of your business. We have a few other things to worry about, if you really need something.

Tags: rant
Current Mood: cranky
Current Music: Decode - Paramore