If you want to get hit on in Seattle...

and you are a girl (are there more men than women here or something?) you need only do one of the following, in my experience.

-be under 30
-be taller than you are wide
-have breasts
-show skin in any quantity
-wear high heels, lip gloss, or perfume
-walk by a construction site

Washing your hair appears to be optional. I'm not even sure that you need to HAVE any hair. If you do all of the things on that list you will not be left alone. Get a fake wedding ring set at Claire's for 8$ and wear it. It will cut down slightly on the ridiculousness.

Yay!

I got a fat check from Art-O-Mat in the mail today so I got to go grocery shopping. I had already made tomorrow's bento up, but I got lots of great bento-y food AND a package of plastic swords for only 99 cents. They are boring colors kind of, but who doesn't love a plastic sword? For tomorrow's bento I was kind of trying to use up some of the odds and ends we've had in the fridge for too long, as well as some of the stuff from Joe's freezer that I would normally never buy and don't have a clue what to do with it. I used a frozen pie crust, some organic blueberries, a few tablespoons of sugar and a muffin tin to make some evil little blueberry pies that fit very well into a bento. They are not the cutest things but they do taste good. It must be the partially hydrogenated lard. I ate one today, saved another for a future lunch, and the other three joel can have.



As you can see I also have some salmon salad wraps, dried cranberries, a little edamame, some oldish broccolini, and the rest of that yellow bell pepper cut into flower shapes. I'm kind of actually looking forward to having lunch tomorrow.

eww

So yesterday I fell and busted up my knee pretty good. It was bleeding a lot when I got home so I just stuck a band-aid on it as quickly as I could so I wouldn't have to deal with it. Today as I sat down I felt the skin on my knee break and all this liquid comes running out from under the bandage. I have a raging infection going on here. I had to swab it with alcohol and re-bandage it and now it hurts even worse than when I initially skinned it.That was the last band aid so I guess I'll have to go get more now.

bad night

I have these dreams all the time where I'm trying to get something done and my body just won't cooperate. I'm trying to call someone and I can't dial the number, or I'm trying to walk and my body just feels heavy and limp, or like I'm trying to move in a big pan of jell-o that someone is moving around. I can't get my nerves and muscles and brain to work in synchronicity and it's literally a nightmare. Sometimes I nearly feel that way in real life as well. Small tasks become impossible, and I have tons of accidents all the time. I get covered in deep black bruises that I don't even remember getting and I run out of band-aids. It's been one of those weeks. If you have to tell somebody that you're lucid then are you really even lucid?

This one's for you Shavonne!

I know I don't update my blog often enough. I know that bored people are depending on me to do it. I don't know how reading this could possibly be better than say, staring at a wall, but just for you I will write something.

So firstly: My friend H.B. is in like the fifth band he's been in called Electric Tape , and they are having a show next Wednesday at the High Dive in Fremont. So I did their poster for them and I don't have to pay the 5$ cover to get in! Here it is. I think it turned out kind of awesome. I'll also be doing a poster for their show coming up in October.



Secondly: I saw a dead body about three blocks from where I live (on Summit and Pine) the other day. It was in an alley. I walked by on my way to work. There were two cops there and a medic wagon. His head was obscured by trash cans, but he was stiff and his arm was kind of sticking up in the air. I know from watching Law and Order that that means he was most likely moved post-rigor. In all likelihood he died of an overdose and his junkie friends freaked out and moved him, but I've been making jokes about the "Summit Street Killer" since then anyways. I used to get off the bus one block away at Pine and Belmont every night, but I have started riding up to Broadway to get off. More people and distinctly fewer dead bodies in that area.

Thirdly: Joel's friend Joe is moving so we got a lamp from Ikea, two huge bottles of Margarita mix, and a freezerful of assorted vegetables and fish. I think I might have to pick me up a bottle of Midori because when you mix it with Margarita mix and a splash of blue curacao it tastes like liquid Skittles. Like I need the calories.

Fourthly: I think it's kind of crazy how much Jbox and people on Ebay mark up bento box stuff that can be purchased extremely cheap locally, so I decided to open my own online shop with decent prices and shipping that isn't way overestimated. Most of these things weigh just an ounce or two. My shop is called Kawaii Bento, and I am thinking of putting up a bento related blog to help get it going. I don't expect to get rich off of it (apparently you have to mark things up 600% to do that) but it's a great excuse to go to Daiso every day. Here are a few of the awesome things I offer: