liz’s Neighborhood

Last night I dreamed that I was in the military, and I was in Indonesia for some reason. I woke up stuck in a tree with some guy from my unit, and I had something tattooed on my chin. It looked like an advertisement. Luckily it was yellow and white, so not way too noticeable. We were too high in the trees to climb down safely by ourselves. Eventually a forest ranger type man who looked like Joel Grey helped us down. I demanded that we be taken to the airport to get the hell out of there. I was over it. 

Serum

While I'm on a free-advertising-for-my-favey-brands kick, may I please to recommend to you the Paul Mitchell Super Skinny Serum? 

Soap & Glory

I especially recommend the 

Soap and glory

 body wash stuff. It's got lotion in it, and makes for a wonderful shaving experience. It smells nice, it's full of natural ingredients, the packaging is adorable, and it lasts forever and ever. TRY IT NOW!!!!!!! 

I got some red onesie pajamas that have a butt flap in the back for easy access. I was probably drunk when I ordered them. There was one of 'em googley ads at the top of my gmail the one night telling me I needed some. Ok, I said.

Well, there was a toga party crossing the street one fine night in Austin TX, a bunch of douches wrapped in white sheets, so I thought I'd take a pic. It turned out kinda cool I think. Probably because you can't see the toga douches.

Togas

So, sooo sessy!!! Woo! xxx

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I can't make it to the gym. The amount of time I have is so limited that I would have to go at night. I suppose I could do that, but I'd rather hang out with Jon and the dogs. So in an effort to (1) be healthy, (2) keep weight off, and (3) practice non-violence through Ahimsa, I am going to take dairy off the menu.

I Love Cheese.

I LOVE Cheese.

I LOVE CHEESE!!!!!!!!!

Oh well. Some people love heroin but that doesn't make it good for you.

Also...I LOVE CHOCOLATE

So now I'm a dark chocolate fan forever more.

The above will be the greatest challenge.

In other news I have my first therapy appointment today. I plan to discuss two issues: the first will be my reaction to relationship stress. Guess what! Now I'm a jealous girlfriend. I never ever ever used to be but that's what divorce and infidelity will do to a woman. Keep in mind that I'm not insane and controlling over it. Not once have I asked Jon to refrain from hanging out with someone..really the whole thing has not effected him except that he has to deal with my internal misery. I am positive this is back lash from Tommy and also abandonment issues in relation to my family. Secondly, I seem to get really excited and balls out about a career path or decision...but then I freeze. Take school for instance: I make decent grades but I am frozen when it comes to committing myself to the things that REALLY matter like the school paper. I need to work for it. I have to! Or I could work for the radio station. I'm making up excuses about it. For example, the paper's website is run by this pompous dude that's in my multi media class. When he speaks, I want to throw sharp, pointed objects at him. I don't want to work for him but I have to get over that.

It should be productive. Hopefully my therapist can guide me to a place where I can weed out the crap and let my confidence spread some roots.  

I'm going to see La Boheme next week, and apparently I'm way too excited about that, because last night I dreamed they canceled La Boheme and put on another show instead, and I was PISSED. AND they didn't tell anyone, they just had some other crap going on instead, and I had to ask around to figure out that it wasn't some pre-show jizz, but the actual replacement performance. That better not happen in real life. It better NOT.  Plus the show they did wasn't even classical type, it was a new Broadway musical, and it totally sucked. It was one of those things where the actors bust through the Third Wall and walk out into the audience to include us in their songs. Ugh every time that happens I try to do my best invisible girl impersonation. It didn't work in my dream. I was resting my head on my arms on the seat in front of me (which was empty because half the audience left) (and the other half was walking around and talking) and one of the performers, some guy who needed to shave and was wearing a blue hoodie, walked right up to me and asked me to stand up, and he gave me a hug. I could feel his armpit sweat on my sleeveless arms, for I was wearing a formal dress for this mess. I was polite about it though entirely displeased. Afterwards I swore on your mom's grave I'd be emailing in for a refund. 

Orange dudes

Here is a picture of some tribesmen aiming arrows at a plane. Is this even for real? And if so, isn't it a bit irresponsible to fly airplanes where these people can see them? What if they sacrifice someone to the rumbling metal birds? You know how primitives are. Whatever happened to the Prime Directive? So many questions. Such as: How would we feel if we found out that aliens were real and they had this huge crazy world with cures for everything and everyone lived in the lap of luxury but they hid it from us because they thought we were nothing but dumb and vaguely interesting? And what if those UFOs were the aliens taking pictures of us to put on alien versions of CNN for alien versions of me to laugh at? I'd be pissed. Someone send these dudes some iPods stat. Actually, $10 says these red people have Wii Fit on pause in their huts while they pretend to be frightened and confused by our boopy clicky growlies in the sky so the likes of us will leave them alone. Man, I want to join a tribe.

"Uncontacted tribe" sited in Amazon.