Mean and Mischevious

Hahahaha.
I'm sitting here posting in my blog on Saturday night, while Mykle stares at me since he thinks we are about to go to the Rush Inn!
OK, now he's reading a small paperback called "Loving Someone Gay", so I guess I have a few more minutes.

We went home today, briefly, and it was wonderful. Our apartment is cluttered and haphazard, with all the cluttered and haphazard things being things that I made; my wonderful paintings, dolls, my long-suffering houseplants, dirty giant stuffed unicorns, etc.
Is it strange to love my own paintings so much? I really don't feel like I'm being vain; I created them in MY own imperfect vision of beauty. They are what I want to see when I look around. Is that wierd? I love the big red fortune telling hand that I cut out of plywood with my skillsaw (yes, mine) in the backyard of Rigg St. one fall day. ("Loving Someone Gay" seems to be quite a humourous book!) I love my abstract "Narcotic Sleep Painting" (no one knows it's called that since I painted out the words. It is here) that has a bit of paper peeling off of it. Everyone thinks it's intentional and I say "Oh yes of course"! No actually I tell the truth.
Home.
Michelle was there, and had just washed the floor and her massage table was out and the heater was on, and she was playing Michelle Music (recognized by it's sultry nature, swirly gothiness, and sleepy ambiance), and it was lovely. She rescues plants from the streets and nurses them back to health, repotting them and worrying over them.

It's strange to live in a place where you can't just walk out the door with a trowel to get dirt for your potted plant. You have to buy it.

Music: The new Cat Power is gorgeous. So is the Fiona Apple. The new Matt Bauer EP, aclled "Wasps and White Roses" (go to his website) is amazing and has great graphic design, which he did himself, and the man it quite a poet, as well as being a hell of a nice guy. I love the song "Sea Lion Woman".
TV: Battlestar Galactica is a fucking amazing show, yes I mean the new one, and I'm serious. It's our new obsession, and we watch it all pirated off the web, so sorry no one can probably see it besides the internet outlaw types. Try, though!