we got this or rather I survived the storm with the lame name

Yesterday was the first day in 2 days that I put on real clothes and actually left my house. I was pretty convinced Kh was going to have to cut me out of my pajamas, that’s how serious it was.

Like most of New England, it’s a winter wonderland outside my front door. Snow drifts 7feet tall, snow tunnels that were once wide sidewalks, and giant snow banks shaped oddly like cars. The town I live in has the worst snow removal process ever and any street that isn’t a main road still has at least 4 inches of snow packed down with slush on top of it so you can barely drive on it,

Or rather, I can barely drive on it. My POS Toyota still doesn’t have snow tires on it. Woop woop! A steady incline with a bit of slush on it? Oh, no problem, excuse me while I spin out and ultimately go backwards. Vroom vroom bitches.  

 [ that's us mid-storm. we took a walk like a bunch of jackasses ]

We got stir crazy and finally left the house yesterday in a zipcar (a car you can rent hourly). I’d say it was eventful, but it wasn’t. We had to dig out the car, even after the service rep at zipcar said the lot and car would be clean. A big screw you to the lyingface zipcar lady. You suck.

 While digging out the car, a man shoveling the sidewalk casually would peer our way every so often. After about 30 minutes of shoveling, and just as we’re getting the car out, he comes over and offers to help. Hey, buddy, take your sweat pants back over there, we got this shit. 

What I did to stay sane during the snowstorm with the lamest name ever:  

:: I found people that went to my high school on instagram and mildly obsessed about how much I can’t/couldn’t stand them.

:: I played with the imadeface app and made our cute little faces. Even if I always have bitch face. 

:: I watched endless episodes of The X-Files

:: I cooked. Chocolate chip pancakes, (my first ever) homemade vegetarian chili and cornbread, and homemade pizza.

:: I made dream catchers, rings, hair clips, and things out of sculpey.

:: I made Kh paint my nails. And toe nails. Purple and green.

:: Spied on my neighbors shoveling out their cars in sweat pants, ugg boots and a moto jacket.

What I did not do:

:: Clean my apartment.
:: The dishes.

:: Organize my closet and put away my clothes.

:: The laundry.

:: Successfully get drunk.

:: Sleep in.

:: Wear pants that didn’t have an elastic waistband.

 Pretty damn eventful, right? Ok, not in the least bit. But I'd give anything to go back to Saturday and not have it be Monday. booo-hoo. 

xo

three postiives and a negative

  + I got my passport application all filled out and sent away. I had been putting it off for weeks now. I finally pulled up my big girl pants (with help from Kh), got my mugshot taken and sent it in. Mexico, here I come! I look like a total goob in it. 

+ My business is up and running. Mostly on the hush hush. I still have to wait until I’m no longer an independent contractor through another company to really start marketing without the threat of premature termination. But I’m on my way.

+ My studio is showing progress. I’m clearing off table space, finding homes for everything, and organizing out the ass. It’s thankfully giving me enough room to breathe and start projects or finish ones I’ve left laying around forever.

- My headache will NOT go away.  Add in some sinus pressure and I’m having a grand time. A grand week long time of feeling like my head is in a vice. It makes playing on the internet not an option. 

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New England is getting hit with a storm this evening, and the entire Boston area has been in panic mode for two days now. Yesterday traffic was so terrible going anywhere took triple the time it normally did. We went grocery shopping, and stocked up on our liquor. I have every intention of staying in my pajamas for 2 days, and doing some day drinking.

xo