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Ninjakitten's Four Virtually Failsafe Steps To Feeling Unattractive (patent pending).
1) Be a fat chick. Don't get me wrong, this does not MAKE you unattractive, but we all know the cultural expectations and rules and most of us have internalized them to a degree of strictness we don't impose on other people. (my bold)
So. Damn. True. Other people could be several dress sizes larger than me, and I'd still consider them attractive. cf:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
notfudge, imaginaryfields & roshi. You can't possibly look at these people and tell me they're not pretty/attractive/whatever.
I just loaned my sister my copy of Wendy Rule's jazz CD, and I have promptly started craving it. Not even the songs I used to crave, but brand new ones, mostly Autumn Leaves, at the moment. At least, I think that's what it's called. I'm not sure; my sister has my damn CD. Argh!
The last couple of nights I've been burning more candles than usual. By a significant amount -- at the moment I have a candelabra on my altar that I've had burning at least once a day for the last week or so. I have a small unofficial altar next to my computer where my stereo used to be. I've had at least one, if not two, of the oil burners going every night.
Last night, I had over twenty candles burning. It was every regular candle I could find, save the purple one that I'm only going to burn when I'm writing -- a way of telling myself that now is writing time, not checking email time -- plus half a dozen tealights and so forth. I was cold. It was late, and the heater was off. Tonight, I was burning even more -- burnt another handful of tealights. The outer two candles in the candelabra had burnt themselves out earlier in the evening, and the middle one finally burnt out too. Dropped the wick in the bin, didn't think any more of it.
Burning smell. Checked the candles on my desk -- most of the others had already been put out or burnt themselves out -- but no dice. Burnt out the taper, anyway. Smelt the small purple tealight. Wasn't it. Opened my window.
Turned around.
The wick had still been smouldering, and now there was a big black mess of paper where all the tissues were smouldering, too. Tipped water in. Put the smoulder out, but now have water in my bin, dammit.
So, problem solved. Though I have a haze of smoke filling the room, and I want to go to the lavatory but I can't because there's a smoke detector right outside my room and it'll go off and then the whole house'll awake because it's half midnight...
...and yet, the smoke detector in my room did not go off. I really, really hope a fire never starts in here, because I'll be dead before the smoke can make me sneeze.
Seekrit message: In case you're wondering, still love Steph. She is the best friend a girl could want.
ETA: WTF? Does this make logical sense to anyone else?
1) Be a fat chick. Don't get me wrong, this does not MAKE you unattractive, but we all know the cultural expectations and rules and most of us have internalized them to a degree of strictness we don't impose on other people. (my bold)
So. Damn. True. Other people could be several dress sizes larger than me, and I'd still consider them attractive. cf:
notfudge, imaginaryfields & roshi. You can't possibly look at these people and tell me they're not pretty/attractive/whatever.I just loaned my sister my copy of Wendy Rule's jazz CD, and I have promptly started craving it. Not even the songs I used to crave, but brand new ones, mostly Autumn Leaves, at the moment. At least, I think that's what it's called. I'm not sure; my sister has my damn CD. Argh!
The last couple of nights I've been burning more candles than usual. By a significant amount -- at the moment I have a candelabra on my altar that I've had burning at least once a day for the last week or so. I have a small unofficial altar next to my computer where my stereo used to be. I've had at least one, if not two, of the oil burners going every night.
Last night, I had over twenty candles burning. It was every regular candle I could find, save the purple one that I'm only going to burn when I'm writing -- a way of telling myself that now is writing time, not checking email time -- plus half a dozen tealights and so forth. I was cold. It was late, and the heater was off. Tonight, I was burning even more -- burnt another handful of tealights. The outer two candles in the candelabra had burnt themselves out earlier in the evening, and the middle one finally burnt out too. Dropped the wick in the bin, didn't think any more of it.
Burning smell. Checked the candles on my desk -- most of the others had already been put out or burnt themselves out -- but no dice. Burnt out the taper, anyway. Smelt the small purple tealight. Wasn't it. Opened my window.
Turned around.
The wick had still been smouldering, and now there was a big black mess of paper where all the tissues were smouldering, too. Tipped water in. Put the smoulder out, but now have water in my bin, dammit.
So, problem solved. Though I have a haze of smoke filling the room, and I want to go to the lavatory but I can't because there's a smoke detector right outside my room and it'll go off and then the whole house'll awake because it's half midnight...
...and yet, the smoke detector in my room did not go off. I really, really hope a fire never starts in here, because I'll be dead before the smoke can make me sneeze.
Seekrit message: In case you're wondering, still love Steph. She is the best friend a girl could want.
ETA: WTF? Does this make logical sense to anyone else?
