The problem w telling people about your blog is you have no private diary to talk to.

Locks

What I chopped off 7-9-07

Mid-July

After the carpet steaming. I miss that fresh feeling.

Rainbow

Look, its G-ds promise!

Smoking

When its late & boring. Ive since quit for obvious reasons.

Weird-ass thing

Spotted on the way to work

I am worrying about stupid shit & upset that nobody is awake to talk with.

Have discovered that I share names w a giant cockroach. Thanks, Jason!

another one

Then a different coworker sent me this one:

"Lord, I have a problem."

"What's the problem, Eve?"

"I know that you created me and provided this beautiful garden
and all of these wonderful animals, as well as that hilarious
comedic snake,but I'm just not happy."

"And why is that Eve?"

"Lord, I am lonely, and I'm sick to death of apples."

"Well, Eve, in that case, I have a solution. I shall create a
man for you."

"Man? What is that Lord?"

"A flawed creature, with many bad traits. He'll lie, cheat and
be vain; all in all, he'll give you a hard time. But he'll be
bigger,faster and will like to hunt and kill things. I'll create
him in such a way that he will satisfy your physical needs. He
will be witless and will revel in childish things like fighting
and kicking a ball about. He won't be as smart as you, so he will
also need your advice to think properly."

"Sounds great," says Eve, with ironically raised eyebrows, "but
what's the catch Lord?"

"Well,.....you can have him on one condition."

"And what's that Lord? "

"As I said, he'll be proud, arrogant and self-admiring .... so
you'll have to let him believe that I made him first. And it will
have to be our little secret ... you know, woman to woman."

Colorado joke

Cleaning out my work inbox I found this:

Three men were sitting together bragging about how they had given their new wives duties. The first man had married a woman from Tennessee, and bragged that he had told his wife she was going to do all the dishes and house cleaning that needed done at their house. He said that it took a couple of days, but on the third day he came home to a clean house and the dishes were all washed and put away.

The second man had married a woman from Florida. He bragged that he had given his wife orders that she was to do all the cleaning, dishes, and the cooking. He told them that the first day he didn't see any results, but the next day it was better. By the third day, his house was clean, the dishes were done, and he had a huge dinner on the table.

The third man had married a Colorado girl. He boasted that he told her that her duties were to keep the house cleaned, dishes washed, lawn mowed, laundry washed and hot meals on the table for every meal. He said the first day he didn't see anything, the second day he didn't see anything, but by the third day most of the swelling had gone down and he could see a little out of his left eye, enough to fix himself a bite to eat, load the dishwasher and telephone a landscaper.

Final Lolita

My last pic

Lolita

Another Lolita pic from the con

Crazy AT&T bastards said they did something to my plan, but its ok now.

previous posts

I found the last four messages in my phone waiting to be sent. I have no idea why it didn't want to send them. Then the blogger doesn't want to let me change the dates on them to put them where they belong. So, now you know.

Multimedia message

Multimedia message

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Staff retreat

Great! Woods & coworkers, I may just die of happiness.

Waiting for a cab. Jessicas friends are too creepy to sleep on their floor

At con, want to go hm but cab companys busy

At con

Me, in Goth Lolita outfit

Im safe @ hm. Sometimes I send updates when I worry about my safety.

Bus driver fucked up a blind womans orientation. I got her hm ok. Now walking hm myself

On the Mall Ride, still not hm obviously

Going home. Probably take forever

Fucking con hotel leeches want $10 for a day of wifi!

Done

My hat & purse are done

waiting

I'm at a wi-fi enabled cafe downloading some massive fucking patch to my World of Warcraft game. Over lunch today I went to Geek Squad and had the boys give me enough RAM to handle WOW. He warned me that my computer is not great so it won't be the prettiest game, but I should be able to handle it on low settings. Now I'm just killing time until the patch is complete. At the same time I'm trying now to use too much bandwidth so I don't slow down my download too much.

The people in the office want to go to our Halloween All Staff meeting wearing the same costume. I said OK, tentatively. Mainly I said that because there's not an easy way to explain my real costume. The Gothic Lolita aesthetic is a little hard to explain. BTW, I still have to wash part of my outfit, steam or iron the other part and build my mini top hat and purse. I think I will be awake most of the night. But obviously I'm a night owl so it's perfect for me.

Managed to bleed all over myself. Its Texas Chainsaw Massacre, the one woman play.

Nursery

My poor plants. Let's hope that they don't die like the last batch.

chabadniks & religious questing

I'm upset that the Chabadniks never emailed me. I don't know when they have service on Saturday so I have not gone. I'm in my "I think Jews are rude" mode again. But whatever. I only last like a year with each religion I try anyway.

Now I have to pick a new one. I've considered going more traditional, like Animist, but I don't want to talk to my ancestors. Maybe I'll go under Eris next. That's very close to the generic Hellenic Neopagan that I half-ass am right now. I feel "random"; I'm scheming. It may be a good fit. I wrote a poem about her once. Everytime I try to go to the page to get the link, my IE window shuts down. Things could be worse!

Cigarettes

I quit smoking last week. I haven't had a cigarette in 6 days. I'm not sure why I've quit because I actually quite enjoy smoking. But whatever, I've quit. I am not using gum or patches or even called the quitting hotline. Last night I had my first smoking dream. I was in my house and opened up a pack of du Mauriers. There were many cigarettes inside, but I pulled out a half-smoked butt. I had apparently put it back in the pack while it was still lit. It was a little soggy and had smoked itself, but the other cigarettes were fine (dream logic). It was a very smoky flavor, like food almost. I put it up to my lips and just smoked the hell out of that butt. It was beyond good! It was like a sex dream, but with cigarettes instead. I was so happy.

Damn smoking dream! So I'm at 6 full days without cigarettes and maybe 12 hours post-deeply satisfying smoking dream.

Presents, Stories, & African Babies

Despairkitty got her present. It's this: http://www.thinkgeek.com/geektoys/cubegoodies/817c/ He's a Yoda-shaped backpack, or is that a backpack that looks like Yoda? She says, "Lol…I LOVE MY PRESENT. It rocks so much. Thank you thank you thank you. I will give you a call tomorrow and I am taking him to the convention. I probably will just wear my starwars gear as a sort of theme. Love it thanks lexa. He rocks. :)"

Now I feel all warm and fuzzy inside, in a non-gay way. Well, I've done my good deed for the year, so that's that.

I read Little Red Riding Hood last night in German. I thought it had a bit of a predictable plot, not very original at all. Now my cat thinks I'm a 'tard because I was reading out loud and it was taking me three tries on some words to get the pronounciation to something I like. Not necessarily right to German ears, just a pronounciation that I liked. Then again, the cat probably already thought I was retarded.

One of my old coworkers just came in. She and her husband (and little boy) are adopting a baby from Africa, Ethiopia specifically. They asked for 2 children and the agency said they'd either find a sibling group or put two unrelated orphans togther for them. They will go there soon to get the kids, who will be babies. There's a rule that the adopted children need to be three years younger than any the family already has. Their son Oliver is just 3 now, so they have to get babies. Oh, they are white people; the wife is a redhead. She has many adopted siblings from all over the planet so they are very excited about Ethiopian babies. I hope they pick good names.

updating

First, don't kiss the Blarney Stone because punks pee on it.

Second, the con is later this week so I'm rushing to get my outfit done. I have to take it to the cleaners. Build a mini top hat and purse with supplies I got in the mail. Get over my stomach ailment. AND I have to get up and running on World of Warcraft so I can play with Despairkitty tomorrow.

BTW, she won a cool piece of art from a radio station yesterday. She rocks like that. I got her a present, but I can't say what it is, yet. It should be at her house today, but I'm afraid she reads my blog sometimes. She sent a weird text message last night asking for the blog address. But it's a great present!

I checked the tracking page & Despairkitty's package is at her house. But still not telling what it is because I haven't heard from her yet.

Back to the outfit: I'll try to post pictures when I am all dressed up. I think I'll be very cute.

Oh, must shut down computer due to acting up programs, so "bye"!

Lunch

Yummy!

Egg

Could be a cute purse

Fall

I hate this season

I suspect being jewish means no longer being allowed to use the term work nazi.

how evil Lexa ends up going to Chabad

So since like May/June, I've been on this Judaism thing. I don't know if it's a fad, a phase, or a return to my path. All I know is baking challah from scratch is some bullshit. Several months ago, probably June/July I spoke with Rabbi Mo from Temple Micah. I liked their website and they were closest of the three Reform congregations, nothing against the other two. I had their schedule off the internet and would make plans to go then chicken out. Nothing against the Rabbi, but I didn't know where I was going, what I was supposed to do when I get there, who to talk to, or even if I would be welcome. I had some Social Anxiety years ago, and while my brain chemistry seems to have corrected itself, I would rather crush my hand in a car door than be lost and embarassed. Sad, but very very true.

So I stopped celebrating Shabbat. And I feel that's really sad because I liked it. I would clean my house and have everything ready. It felt like actual rest and fun, even though nobody ever came over and I never had Shabbat at anyone else's house. But like I said, discouraged and angry... no more Shabbat. My house is a fucking mess! And I'm tired! Sometimes I'd read a little more in one of my books, but I found that I spent more time online. I'm insanely curious so I'd read things online as they interested me. I spent like 4 hours on an Orthodox women's site one time. I now know way more about family purity (modesty, niddahs and mikvahs) than I ever thought I would. Then I'd hang out on wikipedia, because I love wikipedia. So I guess I was still fulfilling the mitzvah of learning about the Torah if not the Torah itself. Anyway, I felt that everytime I got a little drive to go to a service, something would happen to block that.

So sometime last weekend I started in on more internet reading. Then I decided around Sunday that I was going to read the Parshah (it seems to mean the section of Torah that everyone is on). But it doesn't have an explanation with it so I wasn't sure if I was supposed to read it on Shabbat or before (oh, the things that non-jews don't know). Monday morning I went to work and decided to just read it. It was a whole section about Noah. I think it'd be better if there were maps and diagrams because it was boring and confusing at the same time. So then I tried to find someone to help with Torah study. You know, like fuck an actual worship service; I just want my questions answered.

So I search the internet and search. NOTHING showing close. Finally in desperation I called a Chabad House. They are crazy Orthodox people, so I was afraid to call. They are very anti-conversion and only want Gentiles to abide by the 7 Noahide Laws (like abbreviated 10 commandments). But everything on the internet indicated that if there existed some place close to me the Chabad Rabbi would know it. They're good with clearinghouse of information type stuff apparently. I had to leave a voicemail for Rabbi Mintz.

That Rabbi called today. Luckily, I was on late lunch and answered the phone even though it wasn't the Chabad house number (I programmed it into my phone so I'd know it was him calling). I think he had a Jewish accent. It's weird because I've talked to two of them now (rabbis) and they don't sound like slow wise learned men, instead like busy (but) caring (yet totally) disorganized guys sort of. They don't sound like I expected. I explained to Rabbi Mintz what I was looking for because he didn't understand my message. Then he started racking his brain trying to think of a place close to me. I could like totally picture him scrunching up his face while thinking.

He thought of Washington Park Jewish Center. I called the number he gave me. Some guy said "hello". And I just blurted out a whole bunch of shit. I thought about it later and realized Rabbi Mintz may have NOT given me an office number so I bet I surprised someone. I don't know who I talked to. But he told me where they were and said that we study Torah after Shabbat service on Saturday. But he didn't give me the times. Then, just like Rabbi Mintz, he asked my Jewish background. The rabbi didn't scare me because I thought 'hey, you chabad people may not like goyim, but I'm just calling for somebody else's number not yours.' So the other guy asked too and I said "actually I'm not a Jew (pause) um, is that a problem (laughing)?" He said it was fine, but didn't mention anything else like "oh, nasty pork-eating barbarians are welcome, too, just don't breathe on anyone". So I gave him my email address and hung up.

Coming back to work, I immediately looked them up. OH MY G-D! They're crazy racist (if Jews can be considered a race) chabad people, too! So I wavered for all of 10 minutes maybe. Then I got my strength back. I have just as much right as any other of Noah's Kids to study the Torah. I want to know what it says and what it means and I have the right to not have to listen to Christians break it down. Of course, now I don't know what to wear since these are the people who don't touch their wives for half the month. I wonder if they shake hands. Matisyahu doesn't shake hands with women and I think they are the same type of people. Why can't any modern, slightly G-dless Jews be close?

I have 2 pages of questions for the rabbi so far. When Rabbi Mintz gave me the information for the center close to me I thought he said they had a Rabbi Sarah Branski. I thought, 'oh a woman, that'll be great'. It's Rabbi Yossi Serebryanski and he's a man, baby. What have I got myself into?

Oh well, I have to admit that the men ARE cute in their little black hats.

Rabbit Pouchette

My new bag is so cute & hes Jewish!

Baby avail

I can send him to your wk if you want him