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Dec. 19th, 2004 11:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thejunipertreeI am well on the way to having a bordello-style bedroom. This pleases me very much. First, my bedroom. Then, the rest of the apartment. Photos will be forthcoming, as soon as everything is completed. Be prepared to see a thousand shots of my famous eight-foot long leopard print couch, which I miss horrendously.
This weekend was spent shopping for things that I needed and haven't been able to get prior to this because I have been a bit broke (my loan refinance finally went through), helping drink seven bottles of wine at a party last night, and knitting like the devil.
If I ever manage to knit anything other then a scarf or a bag which has construction similar to that of a scarf, I will drop dead in amazement. Nothing else really strikes my fancy, not to mention that I just don't have the skill required. I don't plan on ever having said skill, either. It's just not something that interests me all that much, nor do I have the patience (or the time!) for it. Therefore, I am quite content to endlessly knit only scarves.
Currently, I'm working on one for Auntie Rowan (who already knows about it). The four I made earlier this month were distributed on Friday at my company holiday party, much to the envy of all those who went scarf-less. Angel wore hers all freaking day, despite the fact that it was a shade of purple and she never wears such a colour. Or so she says. I say it's a lie, because I've seen her in a purple shirt. She just doesn't want to admit to it.
The holiday party went rather well, to the surprise of myself, despite the potential for a shit-tonne of bitchcraft. The holiday bonuses, excuse me, gifts were handed out and I didn't hear any complaining, though that doesn't mean it didn't happen. The person who had me as their pollyanna gave me a gift certificate to MAC, so they aren't quite as evil in my eyes as they used to be.
The MWC holiday party, I refuse to say Yule, also went quite nicely. This is where I helped drink seven bottles of wine, two of them being ice wine, which I never really liked all that much before. We got loud and ate entirely too much party food, which I am still feeling the effects of.
Roll the ball. Roll the ball. Roll the ball.
urgh.
Now, I do believe I'm going to put one of my sets of new sheets on the bed, then get some sleep. Maybe read for a bit.
This weekend was spent shopping for things that I needed and haven't been able to get prior to this because I have been a bit broke (my loan refinance finally went through), helping drink seven bottles of wine at a party last night, and knitting like the devil.
If I ever manage to knit anything other then a scarf or a bag which has construction similar to that of a scarf, I will drop dead in amazement. Nothing else really strikes my fancy, not to mention that I just don't have the skill required. I don't plan on ever having said skill, either. It's just not something that interests me all that much, nor do I have the patience (or the time!) for it. Therefore, I am quite content to endlessly knit only scarves.
Currently, I'm working on one for Auntie Rowan (who already knows about it). The four I made earlier this month were distributed on Friday at my company holiday party, much to the envy of all those who went scarf-less. Angel wore hers all freaking day, despite the fact that it was a shade of purple and she never wears such a colour. Or so she says. I say it's a lie, because I've seen her in a purple shirt. She just doesn't want to admit to it.
The holiday party went rather well, to the surprise of myself, despite the potential for a shit-tonne of bitchcraft. The holiday bonuses, excuse me, gifts were handed out and I didn't hear any complaining, though that doesn't mean it didn't happen. The person who had me as their pollyanna gave me a gift certificate to MAC, so they aren't quite as evil in my eyes as they used to be.
The MWC holiday party, I refuse to say Yule, also went quite nicely. This is where I helped drink seven bottles of wine, two of them being ice wine, which I never really liked all that much before. We got loud and ate entirely too much party food, which I am still feeling the effects of.
Roll the ball. Roll the ball. Roll the ball.
urgh.
Now, I do believe I'm going to put one of my sets of new sheets on the bed, then get some sleep. Maybe read for a bit.
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Date: 2004-12-19 10:42 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2004-12-20 06:25 am (UTC)the strangest phrase I've heard today
Date: 2004-12-20 07:48 am (UTC)::Tries to picture the devil knitting. Fails::
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Date: 2004-12-20 07:52 am (UTC)It's very, very sweet and incredibly thick.
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Date: 2004-12-20 07:55 am (UTC)It's still money in my pocket! Woo!
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Date: 2004-12-20 09:03 pm (UTC)and everyone thought I was a limitless alcoholic, pshaw.