If you loved Shaun of the Dead

Then go here; Click here to become a member of Shaun Squad! at least join to read Simon Pegg's blog entry and look at the pictures.

And if you haven't seen go see it now! It's the Feel Good Zombie Movie of the Year!

Hair update

I am now at expensive plush toy, soon it will just feel like hair.

I'm thinking that it's pretty sad that the only thing in my life that I find worthy to blog about is my hair cut.

Anyone else?

Ladies and Gentlemen!

We are currently on Plush Toy Level. I repeat, we are now at Plush Toy.

WHOOP!!! WHOOP!!!

eva8 takes her story to the papers!

Don't cross her!

Please to note

I have added Kristi's flog to my list and finally taken Barb's old site off the same.

Kristi is eva8's daughter and a hell of a gal. Please go look at pictures of her rat.

Day three

Baldness update

My hair is growing in and this being day three after the shaving I thought I'd bring you up to date: Friday my head felt like sandpaper, yesterday it had a Velcro feel to it and today it feels like badly made velvet.

I'm looking forward to the plush toy phase.

Because Tavie yelled at me

Here is a picture of me all bald and shit.

You know that thing...

...that you say when you really hate your hair? "I just want to shave my head and start from scratch."

Funny story....

I'm not sure how it happened, I was trimming my hair with my hair clippers and I cut it shorter than I wanted it, normally what happens is that I go and sulk about it. But this time, a thought drifted across my mind: this might the only chance I have to shave my head.

So, yeah, I shaved my head. It feels weird and Jocelyn is beside herself. She keeps making her little chirping sound of recognition then going into the next room and meowing. Maudry doesn't seem to care one way or another. She's at the foot of the bed now waiting for the lights to go out so she can lean against me. I feel bad for Ms Joss, I'm thinking of getting a wig to placate her.

My friends are going to think I've snapped, I'll bet.

I need to buy a hat.

Do this now!

Go see Shaun of the Dead. I've seen twice, and can't wait to see it again.

I love it. I want to marry it. I want to curl up to it, night after night in our warm bed until we grow old and die.

And become Zombies together.

Sigh!

tired

I worked out today for ther first time in ages. I'm sleepy and want to take a nap but I don't think I should. I'd like to finish the curtains today; I'm so tired should I be trusted with a quickly thrusting needle? And what about using the sewing machine? Right?

I think I will pull out my contacts and take a little nap.

Come on over -- be my nap buddy.

Self improvement continues

So tomorrow at noon I'm meeting with a trainer named Peter at 24 Hour Fitness and he's going to show me all the things I should be doing to lose weight and gain muscle. I'm tempted to call him and cancel it. I don't know that I can do something else on a regular basis. I go to therapy once a week, shouldn't that be enough?

I do want to lose weight and I wouldn't mind being a bit more muscley but every other day at the health club? Sounds like more effort than I can put in. I don't want a trainer. I don't want anyone looking at my body and he'll have to if he wants to assess me correctly. There will be measurements and weighings; I hope I don't cry.

I hope once I get into the rhythm of it I can do it, but this is part of the depression. The not being able to keep up with obligations, that is. Even ones I want to keep up with.

I need to do this, I need to feel that I am worthy of love, and I can't do that if I am grossed out when I look at myself in the mirror. I can't expect anyone to love this body if I can't. I wish I'd gotten to this place before my tits started to go south. I just know one morning I'm going to wake up with a nipple caught in my navel. There's an ER visit I wouldn't want to live through.

"I guess I rolled over on it. I don't know! Help me!"

In other news, I finished cleaning the apartment now I need to organize some stuff and I'll be ready for company. Also, I've almost completed the curtains for the sliding glass doors in the living room. If I hadn't broken a needle on the machine (it hit one of the pins, how I keep doing this I don't know, the odds are better that I wouldn't hit it and yet this is the 5th or 6th time it's happened) they would have been done tonight.

That's all from this neck of the woods. What's new with you?

Ch-ch-ch-changes

Here's the news; I've gotten contacts, I've joined a health club, and I'm trying to dress better. I also have joined eHarmony to get into the swing of meeting men.

I'm wearing make-up everyday. I'm trying, I really am, but today I feel like crap. I'm low and sad and wish someone would love me.

I see so many people holding hands and kissing -- just being close And I just don't know how they do it.

Joe says I have to stop saying don't and can't and just do it.

I wish I knew how to do that.