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missrowan — Tue, 08 May 2007 19:49:37 +0000

So I went down to Portland for the weekend with Rob to visit my best friend (twas her birthday). I drank a few too many gin and tonics, got a lapdance from the hottest stripper I have ever seen (she was tattooed, pierced, mohawked, hooker boots, holy fuck...), came back to the hotel, and passed out with a big smile.

Woke around 9 on Sunday, smelling like booze, cigarettes (I don't smoke, but everyone else in PDX does apparently), and morning breath...to a boyfriend of 4 years holding out a big old diamond engagement ring.

(I said yes.)

So to recap: Gin, HAWT strippers licking my neck, comfy hotel sheets, ENGAGEMENT.

My. Life. Rules.

all play and no work

missrowan — Fri, 04 May 2007 18:04:03 +0000

So my cat decided that falling behind the dryer would be an awesome way to start the week. So now Pharaoh, the most accident prone kitty ever, is in a wee cast. He gimps about my house and generally makes me feel guilty for owning a dryer.

We're going to see the Decemberists tonight. I'm excited so hear them live as their sound is so original and fun. Rob will be driven mad as I sing along, and things will be grand. Tomorrow, we're off to Portland for my best friend's birthday. I had her gift shipped 2 day express so it would get here in time, only to have it be dumped at the FedEx in Kent, 40 minutes away. So I have to pop by there on my way into Seattle, which is irritating.

Ah, well. I'm off to the land of sparkly strippers and duty-free shopping. Wish you were here...

So.

missrowan — Thu, 12 Apr 2007 02:30:17 +0000

My week has been one small blow after another. If this keeps up much longer, though, I'm going to come at the next round swinging. I'm beginning to tire of this pattern. I'm a pretty forgiving girl. But I can only bounce back so many times, and I'm getting tired of assumptions. "Oh, she'll be fine. She always pulls through."

No I don't. Keep hitting me, and I may very well take my ball and go the fuck home.

Hiro Nakamura

missrowan — Fri, 06 Apr 2007 21:32:24 +0000

So...Hiro Nakamura is pretty much the sexiest thing on the planet. There is something very attractive about a character who's intelligence is matched by his morality. It drives me batshit that the telly makes me watch people who are either sweet yet stupid or genius but diabolical. I attacked another of his blog entries today, and I eventually had to take a break. All the binary combined with the vague references were starting to make my noodle sore. I got as far as a combination of letters and numbers, but I'm not sure what to do with them. I might play Zelda for a bit to get my mind off the riddle. Anyone else working on it? If so don't even THINK about spoiling the fun. ;)

I'll let you know when I have another epiphany.

ps. Yes, I am this much of a nerd. Sue me.

pps. Make Heroes come back on sooner. Pwease?

--Update--

aaaaaaand solved!

fatgirl slim

missrowan — Fri, 23 Mar 2007 18:59:51 +0000

Nothing irritates me more then the "genius of our marketing combined with the stupidity of our people." I am so sick to death of these weight loss pills and fat creams that are broadcast to each of us on an hourly basis. I am not fat. Nor is that "love handles" photo some "shocking case of morbid obesity." That pill may not make you skeletal, but that shallow saucer you call your self-esteem very well may. Anorexia Nervosa Barbie needs a tofurkey on rye, stat.

My mum even buys into this bullshit. Eating twigs, saving money for surgeries, and working out every waking moment, she's working herself to death to stop death from working her. It's so futile. She is beautiful as she ages. We are all beautiful for the things we have lived through, seen, and survived. I work hard every day to be here. I work miracles every moment when I live and strive for happiness. Why not take pride is your battles, your every hard won inch? To erase the years from your body is to erase the idea that you lived them.

But I have never been in her shoes, watching my body slide past its prime. So for me to say "not me" is pretty much bullshit. Not to mention, she's happy and not hurting a soul.

So I support her and love her. I honor every choice she makes and celebrate her goals alongside her. But deep down, I hope and vow that I will never be so afraid of walking the next step. Age isn't only a number. It's a proclamation of each person's existence. It speaks to each person, saying "I was here." "I watched the world change and flow"

What a powerful gift.

yay for new beginnings

missrowan — Sun, 04 Mar 2007 20:58:59 +0000

We had company over for dinner and a film the other day, which is fun, but all that social shit is exhausting. Talking and laughing, cooking and entertaining is all wonderful, but unkind as it probably is, I enjoy the quiet company of my partner and kitties much more. The party that is a bath, a warm home, and a good book? I'll take that over a crowd of people, no matter how much affection I have for them, any day of the week. I'm happy that I get to hermit away today and collect my thoughts. I'm such an old fuddy duddy.
Moving has been a struggle that's strained both my sanity and my savings, but everything is finally starting to come together. It's nice to finally feel that calm and stability that comes with "home" again. I hadn't realized how much I missed the warmth of a house after those years in apartments. I do regret being away from the pace of Downtown and the people on the Hill, though. I know it's not forever, but it feels like months since I had a quiet dinner at Bleu, or wandered down to the market for veggies and flowers. I just need to force myself to find new haunts and secret hideaways...like a snail shopping for a new shell.
Enough complaining from me. I am wrapped in a fluffy towel, watching something fun on the telly. See you soon!