not pretty

Tonight was tragically domestic. I went shopping for food- at a supermarket. Not a takeaway, food hall, or restaurant. I ended up lost in the meat aisle, mindlessly following a wee tattooed skinhead with (yes Alan) a shaped red beard, piercings and tattoos. woofalicious! When I woke from my trance I realised I had bought a bag of salad, a roast chicken, a loaf of bread and a box of tissues. The tissues were useful to mop the wet patch in my pants, the rest useful for making chicken salad sandwiches.

Which is NOT what's in the cauldron above, by the way. Chicken salad sandwiches should be deep-fried, not boiled.

In the cauldron is the other, FAR more domestic part of my evening- boiling my older black tee-shirts in dye to restore their blackness. Not even my grandma remembers how to dye clothes... anyway, I now have an apparently brand-new Paeroa Battle of the Streets tee-shirt from 1997, one from 1999, and a couple of Thai harley-davidson shirts. Wonderful. A whole new old wardrobe for a mere $6.

(Of course I might have done it wrong- so if you see me with black armpits, or I melt in the rain, you'll know what's happened...)

movin on up

This morning I officially gave my flatmates notice that I was about to give notice. 2 weeks after I return from SF I'll be in a different house, with a much nicer cleaner flatmate, and soundproof walls for when I have, err, guests.

Of course, we havent found this place yet. A minor inconvenience.

Andrew took it well- a little too well actually, I said I was moving to a flat with FurryPaul (aka paul3) and he said "Thats fantastic! I hope it works out for you!"... at which point I had to remind him that just because I shagged with someone doesnt mean we're going to get married. Paul's a sweet guy, would make an awesome flatmate, and has similar taste in houses as I. Not potential future partner material (that position's taken anyway ;-) but a good friend and easy-going. It'll be fun :-)

Confluence

This ALWAYS happens to me. Once I decide to make a change, the universe aligns and throws encouragement and opportunities at me. Suddenly I'm inundated with possibilities- some of them real, some of them suggestions.