Lateshoes

I think I’ve watched Dark Knight 9 million time this weekend-10 if you count all the times it’s been playing in the middle of the night. I didn’t want to get in the habit of sleeping on the couch, but alas it has happened. The big bed is just way too lonely right now. Aww.
Lars finally has the Internet and a phone so at least we’ve been able to communicate, but I still miss him more than I thought I could.
On the positive side, I have amazing friends who’ve been taking care of me better than I deserve.
Whoa, I blog like a sap when I’m tired, but like Evita says, “all you have to do is look at me to know that every word is truuuuuuuue.”
Already gay; this post just got 40 percent gayer.

Holy shit.

Ellen West – Throwing Muses

Sleepless Nights – Gram Parsons

You Can’t Walk In Your Sleep (If You Can’t Sleep) – the Go-Go’s

Sleep The Clock Around – BBC version – Belle & Sebastian

Sleep Away Your Troubles – The Softies

When Brakes Get Wet – Julie Doiron

Come back from San Francisco – The Magnetic Fields

rocket man – Elton John

Easy Silence – Dixie Chicks (shut up, they rule!)

The Wanting Comes In Waves (Reprise) – The Decemberists

Ugh – I wanted to end the mix with Together in Electric Dreams, stupid iTunes is cockblocking me.

That’ll do pig, that’ll do.

So – I’ve been thinking about dying my hair – well, cutting it first and then dying it – something drastic. But, as far as drastic goes, I’ve done everything in the book; red, black, orange, pink, purple, green, blue, fire-engine red, dark brown – you name the color, my hair has been it – that is – everything but, blonde (unless you count my natural white-blonde color for the first 7 or so years of my life).

Anyway – I found THE SINGLE MOST WONDERFUL TIME WASTER IN THE WORLD —- it’s on the InStyle website and it’s a highly sophisticated  ”makeover” program that allows you to try on Hollywood hair cuts, styles, colors and make up! It’s a little slow, but for how creepily customized and wonderful the results are, it’s well worth the buggies.

You basically upload a photo of yourself (from dead on is best) and then play dress up with your face. You can try on Michelle Obama’s hair or Tyra… or Kate Winslet…anyone really. You can also change up and customize colors and makeup. It’s like my girliest dreams come true.

Anyway – so here are some of the looks I got. Some of them are actually kind of cute and some are downright vile (Angelina Jolie head, I’m looking at you). Anyway – I think you should vote on cuts and color. Listen, it’s something to do.

Don’t judge me. See all of your choices here.

I’m trying not to be a sad sack, but seriously – so far India is bugging me. I haven’t been able to talk to Lars at all really since he left for Delhi on Friday.

He sent me a short email last night and then I pathetically stayed online for 7 hours (yes, until 4am) hoping he would come back. It was so sad.

This morning, I woke up early-ish (for going to sleep at 4) and I finally caught him, but then – his Skype wouldn’t work – which is really freaking me out because it was working fine when he was still in D.C.

We got about 15 lines off between us before (I think) his wi-fi cut out and that was an hour ago. I’m trying not to be a crybaby, but seriously – this is my life right now.

1. I don’t hear from Lars. Get teary.

2. I do hear from Lars. Get teary.

3. Finally remember to eat something. Get teary.

4. Hang out with one of my amazing and wonderful friends, have a great time; forget that I’m sad.

4. Walk the dogs. Get teary.

5. Work on Etsy stuff and get teary.

6. Stay up way too late. Get teary.

7. Take a shower, kinda get teary again.

Gross.

It really wasn’t this bad when we were still able to talk with some regularity, but this sucks. So far – here’s what I know:

Lars’ plane plane landed safely and Wi-fi at his hotel (hopefully, it’s just the hotel) licks balls. That’s it.

Skyped with Lars this morning. (Get your heads out of the gutter).

Turns out he has a week long break in the middle of July. Wtf?

Anyone have $1600 they want to lend me for a flight to Delhi? Eh? Eh? You know you do, you richies. Sigh. Why isn’t there a cool-wife scholarship? I ask you.

I’m watching a “webinar” for work about “web 2.0.” It’s kind of making me want to be “dead 2.0.”

Not really – not really. I don’t want to be one of those people who blogs something flip about death and then gets hit by a car or dies in some freak swimming accident or something.

Ugh. Did I say that already?

Ugh. Day two is over. Only 71 to go.
This could get tricky.

In an effort to not die – I adjusted our Netflix queue…and yes – I’m going to rewatch the 1st season of The Hills.

I just want to remember what Heidi looked like before her total physical reconstruction and wig.

I know, right?

Current State of Mind (a mix) – too literal to be believed

Woke Up New- The Mountain Goats

Without You Here – Holly Golightly

Shrinking Violets – The Pica Beats

Miss You – Rolling Stones

I Miss You – Kimya Dawson

What A Lonely Way To Start The Summertime – Bitter Sweet

You’re Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go – Bob Dylan

Without You – Harry Nilsson

I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry – Johnny Cash & Nick Cave

Can’t Smile Without You – Barry Manilow

I’m Nothin’ Without You – Steve Earle

Not Crying – Flight of the Conchords

Secret Nothing – Cub

Lars has a blog.

So, if you couldn’t tell by the beyond-pathic post yesterday – Lars left for India.

Technically he left for his orientation in D.C.

He’s there until tomorrow afternoon when he’ll begin his 900 hour flight to Delhi.

I’m doing okay. Tylenol PM is good shit and I don’t care what they say about not being habit forming – that shit is going to be my jams this summer. I can tell you right now. I don’t remember falling asleep. I don’t remember dreaming. I didn’t wake up in the middle of the night 12 times to pee or let the dogs out. I slept like a rock. I may even enter into plural marriage with Tylenol PM. The law be damned!

Dropped Lars off at the airport and I feel TOTALLY out of it. I only got about 3 hours of sleep last night, so I know that’s not helping – but, man I feel crazy.
I miss him so much already. I just keep telling myself it will go by quickly.
Why didn’t anyone tell me how depressing and empty our stupid house is?
Ugh. Sigh.

I’m seeing spots. Orangey-pinky type spots. Painting is truly the most exhausting chore in the universe . The thing is – when you live in a shit-hole like we do… (you saw that before picture, right?) – painting is kind of your life. After the huge, front living room/ master bedroom remodel of 2007, I wasn’t sure I’d ever be in the mood to paint again, but alas the mildew fumes made that decision for me….and despite my achey back, arms, hands and brain it was totally worth it.

Not that it’s over. I still have to paint the door and do some touch ups, but the over all vibe  of our house has improved. It’s so nice to walk into a glowing, clean bathroom.

Sigh. I really want to write more, but my brain is absolute mush. Sorry guys.

Here look – pretty.