All this heating pad is doing is making me feel hot
I left the girl’s necklace at the front desk. They have both her and my contact info. It’s out of my hands now.
Only thing I can think is she gave me the wrong cell number.
But she’s checking out tomorrow and tonight’s clerk will be on duty. So I hope she gets it.
balance
I put some orange essential oil in my diffuser and I guess I dumped too much in so the room smelled like I was sitting inside an orange, too strong.
Poured half down the sink and refilled with plain water and now I can’t smell any orange at all.
+testosterone
At my girlfriend’s house tonight and I look outside and see these three guys hanging out in the street, looking to be in their late teens-early twenties. They’re there for ages so I pay no attention.
I’m in the kitchen opening a bottle of wine when I realise there’s a commotion in the living room. Apparently one of the guys decided leave, and backed into his friend’s car. Everyone’s watching.
The driver then decides to reverse down the street instead of turning around. He’s going at a pace and is heading for a direct collision with MY car which by the way has been freshly painted. I let out a scream and that stops him in his tracks. His stupefied friends are still studying the bumper he hit and only realise after my scream that he was about to hit another car.
He straightens his trajectory and reverses down the street and onto the main road at which point he screeches out leaving only dust in his wake. When one of my (male) friends asks what the hell is wrong with him I reply, “Youth and testosterone.”
Why is it that just when you’re drifting to sleep that the whole world will start texting and messaging you? I was trying to take a nap and got interrupted so many times I am properly woken up now. Of course no one has anything to say to me now.
anyway as I was saying,
I was driving around the other day wearing my aviator shades thinking how great they looked on me and that I would be taking them on vacation.
Then yesterday we’re going to the market and I pick them up and one of the lens is MISSING (this is conjuring up images of my lens on a milk carton)
Like I JUST wore them two days ago and I have no idea where or when the lens fell out
So I just went online (Zenni Optical) and ordered a pair of prescription shades (because the prescription doesn’t cost more so why the hell not?) and threw in a pair of cheap extra glasses for $11
I have a theory that whenever you make money the universe finds a way for you to fucking spend it
So far I ain’t been wrong.
ramen
When we were in New York there was a really good ramen restaurant right around the corner but it was so packed we couldn’t even order takeaway. So it was on my list of things I had to try sometime.
Well it turns out that there’s a new little startup here in Trinidad called Hashi, one Japanese chef and one Chinese and they launched at UpMarket last Sunday. I finally got to taste genuine ramen for the first time! I’ve got to admit I’ve become a little obsessed now, it was so amazingly delicious. Chris had the beef udon that was also tasty. They don’t have an actual restaurant yet so I’m gonna have to wait on that but I’m really glad I got a taste.
I thought permanent hair dye might be the solution. But no… dye is not the problem. It’s my hair. It grows so fucking fast I can’t keep up. I know this is not a real problem to have but when you have tons of silver-grey hair it’s a fucking problem.
I’ve been working and cleaning the house today and the day has just flown by. I feel gross and I want to take a shower but I won’t do that until I’m finished. I need to find a reliable cleaning lady. I hate housework. I’m sure that comes from having had the privilege all my life of having had other people do it for me but it’s not something I’d like to give up thank you very much. Going back to do the Mop & Glo layers now.
I woke up at my regular time today and decided to catch some extra z’s. I woke up with a horrible stiff neck.
This has happened to me a bunch of times before. I get up, go back to sleep and wake up with a stiff neck. I’ve no idea why but maybe I should just get my ass out of bed when I wake up from now on.
I made a stamped necklace the other day and got the spelling wrong. Sheesh.
I think I’m just going to hammer over it and make something nice.
Someone was enquiring about a ring, on instagram, and they just messaged me to ask me if it’s real silver.
Am I wrong to get pissed off by that question? Cause I feel like they’re doubting my integrity and it feels insulting to me. It’s a handmade piece of jewellery. What else would I make it in? It’s not fucking costume jewellery.
My neighbour downstairs either has their radio or tv on REALLY loud this morning cause I can hear the program clearly from upstairs. I think it’s the tv. Good grief people how deaf are you?
I have a meeting at 10. I have to go shower and get dressed like now.
Still lying here…
What is it with this suitcase that the TSA feels
the need to inspect it every time?
Last time they broke the lock so this time I left it open. They still inspected it again. Twice apparently.
It’s a plain black suitcase. Nothing about it says contraband. I don’t get it.
Well at least nothing’s missing.
All sorted.
Tried to get Siri to call me Tasha instead of Natasha. So she says Tosha. So I say no just call me Tash. So she says Josh. Apparently I’m not pronouncing it American enough. So we settled on Tosh. It sounds close enough.
We have no water, the Internet is down and I forgot to place the mug in the coffeemaker when I turned it on this morning.
How’s your Saturday shaping up?
Woke up this morning to see that North and South Korea may have started themselves a war. This is just too much to deal with at 5:44am. I’m going back to bed.
Wearing one of those bras that I only wear at home because even though it’s super comfortable I hate how it makes my boobs look.
I just got my email from Caribbean Airlines giving me instructions on how to reset my password.
How long ago did I contact them again? I forgot but it was like weeks ago right?
The last time I called I was on hold for half an hour and then the lady told me that their email system was down and asked if I would like to call back later. *snort* no
In other stupid customer service news, I ordered some t-shirts from Target, twice, and twice they’ve somehow been mailed to the wrong address. The zip code is wrong and when I tried to change it on their site it wouldn’t let me. I even deleted the address and re-entered it and it still saved the wrong zip code. The dude on the phone was totally unhelpful too. So I guess I’m never buying anything from Target again. Sucks. They have some cool (and cheap) stuff.
Did a bunch of people change their names and avatars or did I step into an alternate tumblrverse?
I accidentally erased my blog theme this morning (I was setting up my blog for my store) and I don’t remember what I used before so now it’s some really generic stupid theme and it looks dumb but I really don’t have the energy to do anything more with it so there’s that.
Ugh
I’m so sick of working on my store. All this admin shit is so fucking boring. I’d much rather be in the studio pounding on some metal than sitting behind the computer. Not to mention my studio is in a total mess because of all the photography work and I keep having to shift stuff around and I keep losing things (I can’t find my prong setter, I had to set a ring using pliers today like a barbarian). I’m just so over this stupid website.
Huh. Look at the time. I should probably eat. Chris is still in class. I’m gonna ask him to bring dinner. Strawberries in the meantime. As you were.
Stuff
There’s this store near my moms house that sells local arts and crafts. I went in to enquire about putting some of my jewelry in there, just to have physical location. But then she reminded me that everything she does had a very local flair. My stuff decidedly does not. Hmph. I guess I’ll have to do Upmarket. I wonder how much it costs for a table.
She also said that “everyone” is doing jewelry right now.
I ain’t worried.
I’m fed up of waiting to put my shit online to sell. My laptop needs to get here soon.
Steups.
What is wrong with xkit now? I keeps logging me out, won’t let me post. C’mon man.
I bought these lovely burgandy light blocking curtains online which match our bedding really nicely but I didn’t realise the panels were so thin so they’re only enough for one window so I still have put up with the ugly ass yellow-puke coloured curtains that came with the apartment until I order some more.
naturally
of course as soon as I get dressed to go out and get a drink it would start pouring rain and my stomach would amp up the cramping. of course.
my hands smell like bleach
I got up to brush my teeth and ended up cleaning the sink, the counter and the mirror. This after I’ve scrubbed out the toilet twice today and couldn’t go into the kitchen without giving the stovetop a scrub (AND my kettle) and then sweeping out the entire house. And that was just today. But I just realised why. Aunt Flo’s visiting this month. I don’t usually let her in the door but every so often she needs to pay me a visit so. Well at least the house is clean.
So storenvy, which is the site where I was gonna open my online store, has changed their payment method to something called Stripe. Which is unsupported here. So… No store there for me. Huh. Guess I’m gonna have to find somewhere else. I’m trying not to use Etsy. Any recommendations welcome.
I guess it’s a good thing setting up my store got delayed.
Chris is bringing pizza for dinner so that good news. I’m really hoping he doesn’t put any pepperoni on it though.
How much you wanna bet he orders pepperoni. It’s been that kinda day.
I’m thinking that there’s a possibility that silver solder doesn’t work on bronze
Which would explain why that ring I was trying to make was just NOT happening. Dammit it was gonna be cool too.
I can’t tell if I’m hungry or if I just want to eat more food
I think, considering how much I ate, that I might have a case of the greedys.
There’s some man parked outside the apartment gate playing music loudly
He’s playing… Sharing the Night Together? Is that the name of the song?
Anyway his car has a really shitty sound system.
Our driveway is a long one-car lane. Chris is coming home soon. That fool better move because I’ve really been missing my husband today.
Not for nothin’, but rum and Caribbean music just….
Totally vibesin’ out to soca and getting tizic on white rum.
Natasha! Ah want to lime! leave yuh man for a night an’ come meet mih somewhey. We go tief’ ah lil wine! he go unnastan’. Saints men, nuh.
Yeah all dat! Yuh here?
We’re going camping today. I don’t feel well. Chris has to pick up the boys and bring them here before we leave because their mother has to go out. The house is in a mess. I am NOT in a mood to people today. I don’t feel well. I’m debating just staying home and letting them go. It’s RAINING. I have PMS. I’m the size of a baby elephant. I don’t wanna go anywhere. I don’t feel good at all. Head. Exploding. I wanna stay home.
*sigh*
I’m gonna try and go. If I eat I may feel better. I dunno.
Oh Happy Easter guys.
Oy vey everybody
I keep thinking today is Friday for some reason.
It’s been raining heavily today (hello dry season?). We had an outdoor movie showing to go to tonight that we were really looking forward to. Movie under the stars, some wine, good company… Postponed. Bummer.
I have heard nothing about my kiln from my shipping company even though I’ve been in there twice this week. I think it’ll be totally anticlimactic when it finally arrives. I’ll just be like meh and won’t wanna use it anymore.
My girlfriend Trina that I went to high school in Caracas is coming for Carnival. I’m so fucking psyched y’all have no idea.
She’ll probably get here around the same time as the kiln and I’ll be dying to use it and won’t be able to cause I have to take her out and show her around for two weeks.
Of course that’s what’s gonna happen. Of course it is.
I was gonna show y’all my face cause I put makeup on but then I got caught up in trying to untangle these earrings. Seriously it’s like a Gordian Knot. I don’t even know how they could possibly have gotten that way.
If I’d known I was gonna have to house to myself tonight I’d have engineered a booty call.
Too fuckin late now.
Just remembered I promised to design a tattoo for a friend. Shit why do I do stuff like that? I get all generous and excited and I forget I actually have to follow through.
Past Natasha can suck it.
I’m explaining what a steups is here. I write it a lot and I know a lot of my followers have no idea what it is so here’s my attempt.
*steups*
Exhaling
Ella’s ok. I was laying in bed and something just told me to get up and I went outside and found her strolling through the living room, intact, sans collar or bell.
I don’t know where she went but I’m guessing she jumped through a high window downstairs (guess she’s a climber). Her missing collar means that she got it caught on something and it released as it’s designed to.
I was really afraid that the dogs next door had torn her up. They started barking and going at each other a couple hours ago and that was when my mother told me she’d been outside. I was almost sure they’d gotten to her. Tenzing’s brother died that way.
Tonight reinforced something though. It showed me how afraid I am of loving anything. I was resigned that she was gone. As usual, I thought. Nothing stays, nothing sticks. I love it and it leaves. But… why don’t I want the ones that stay? *shaking head* This is a conversation for another night. I’m just glad she’s ok.
Fucking cat.
My hair looks a lot better today!
I had to get a new phone…
Turns out that my ex’s phone died last night too.
They were upgrading the network and both our phones got stuck in startup.
He’s trying to resuscitate his. I gave up on mine.
An iphone 4. Just needed a phone.
*sigh*
Like I really needed to spend that money too you know?
I really hate the term “plus sized”
Because to a plus sized woman they’re normal sized, first of all. Second of all, the truth is that most adult women in the U.S. ARE plus sized, so why isn’t THAT normal and smaller people be given a different size? I’m 5’10". I was pretty much always gonna be “plus sized” because I am curvy. I’m a size 12/14. I hate that fucking label. It makes me feel like a fucking hippo. As if being taller than the average male wasn’t enough. Kiss my plus sized ass.
about my name and other banalaties
I’m super tired but I was, as always, woken up from my nap. I felt inspired to see what was on here so here I am.
I see there’s a name meme going around? I wanted Soul Sister, from the song, because one of my best friends always calls me that and for various other reasons that aren’t important now. But someone had already taken it. Sistren, opposite of brethren, is a word we use in the Caribbean. I spelt it wrong. It wasn’t on purpose but I like how it looks better. Hence the name. I don’t change it ever.
Saturday night’s event’s bled into Sunday morning and I saw the sun rise and ended up with people sleeping all over my house. Our impromptu lime turned into another and then another and I didn’t end up getting everyone home until 6 the next evening. I’d say that was a good night/day.
I didn’t watch the Golden Globes last night. I didn’t even know it was on. I think around that time I was getting it on. Hence the reason I am falling asleep on myself all day. Part of it anyway. But I promised I’d be here more so here I am. Hospital all day tomorrow with Mom and Dad, meeting with Dad’s surgeon. It’s not going to be fun. Send me love. I’m going to need it.
Sometimes I think my clients are smoking crack.
I get this email yesterday from the AE at one of the agencies I do freelance work for (an AE I’ve never dealt with but who seems to have been assigned to this project) asking me to do this particular promotion over the weekend. I was puzzled because I’d signed no contract, there was no discussion of money… That’s just not how I’ve done work with them in the past and I wasn’t about to start now.
I emailed her and told her so (politely of course). No response. I emailed her again this morning to make sure she got my email. Silence again.
I’m going to send a text to the guy I usually liaise with to ask him what’s up.
But seriously, we’re in the business of communication. They can’t even get their shit straight on their end. How do they expect me… Oh what the fuck ever. It’s not my problem to fix.
TT Werk
- I just updated my online portfolio and CV. I emailed the CV to my ex-boss at the agency I used to work for so they can put it up on the advertising agency association website. They’re trying to help those of us that got laid off find new jobs.
- I really don’t think it’s gonna do much good for me seeing as I don’t really care to pursue this career any longer. However I could do with some interim freelance jobs in the meantime. Until I figure out what to do with the rest of my life.
- I find it ironic that when I was working my ass off and getting little sleep and being generally stressed out that I was in good health. Now that I’m home, generally just chilling, I am coming down with a cold. How does that work?
- I’m gonna go work on some jewelry designs.
My mom’s back, I haven’t see her yet and already I feel annoyed.
Like seriously?
Worm your own damn cat.
soulsistrin 