I hate weather like this. It’s been about a week where glimpses of the sun are few and far between; gray clouds and rain overwhelming the local 7-day weather forecasts. The doom and gloom seem to seep into my skin and infect my overall attitude, leaving me eager to do nothing more than just sit under an afghan and watch tv.

Eddie and I went out yesterday, taking a trip downtown to check out the Providence Arcade. This didn’t go very well at all since we couldn’t find a place to park close to the building and we didn’t want to be stuck walking in the rain, so we ended up going to Thayer Street to visit the shops down there. We had a fantastic pizza for lunch and checked out the little stores, where I got to squee over a huge selection of Sanrio items and drool over boxes of beads. We left Thayer and drove back to Warwick to go to Newbury Comics, Target, and FYE. We picked up a used copy of Lost: Season 1, then came back home. I headed for the bathroom with my upset tummy while Eddie went to the store to pick up some food for dinner. I was sitting at my desk, checking email, when he came home and announced, “I got something special for you.”

I turned around and he was holding out a beautiful bouquet of yellow and white roses, bought for no other reason than he thought that I needed them because I seemed so sad all day. They’re currently sitting in a vase atop the tv, where Chaucer can’t reach them and munch on the leaves (again). We had a bunch of tacos for dinner and watched Lost before making our way to the bedroom to watch some SNL. Jonah Hill sucked, so we didn’t watch much and just went to sleep.

I slept late this morning, lounging in the bed under the warmth of the comforter and curled up with a stuffed animal. Eddie came home at lunchtime and we went to McDonald’s, then left to return to work. I’m downloading some music in an attempt to recreate my former music collection that was on my external drive prior to last summer’s move. We’ll be going to my mother’s house for dinner and a movie tonight. At this very moment the sun is making an effort to burn through the clouds, so maybe it won’t be too gloomy for the rest of the day,

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Listening to: Melissa Ferrick - Drive

Something about this ad just squicks me out.

I am looking for horsewoman in Massachusetts, Rhode Island, and Connecticut age 18 and up for a video I am producing. Make money while having fun. For more information please contact me thanks.

*shudder*

Yesterday we spent the day outside the house. Our first stop was to Slater Mill, where we planned on buying some touristy keychains for people. Everything in there was about $5, and we weren’t going to spend $50 on keychains and magnets.

Since the Pawtucket Arts Festival wasn’t starting until dinnertime, we left our neighborhood and headed to tour the Russian sub Juliett 484 in Providence. However, due to road construction and a bitch of a museum worker, we never ended up there because it appeared as though the entrance road was blocked by assloads of construction vehicles. Eddie ended up hanging up on the woman because she told him “you should never have taken a right” when the directions plainly said that we needed to take a right.

Then we were off to Riverside to check out the Crescent Park Carousel, which I was pretty damned sure was still open. Yes, it’s open, but only on weekends I guess, and the only people there were setting up for a private party. We ended up walking through the park next to it and taking a walk on the beach. I took a bunch of pictures of stuff and found a few cool pieces of beach glass, and got a chance to show off identifying shells and things that Eddie found. Eddie was not impressed by the horseshoe crab I found. I don’t think it would have freaked him out as much if he hadn’t seen the underside first. I imagine there would have been shrieks of terror from him had it actually been alive and flailing its claws and tail while trying to flip itself back over.

After that we left the beach. There’s nothing really very touristy in Rhode Island other than Newport, and we didn’t want to drive down there. To avoid most of the highway traffic we cut through the East Side, where we found a parking spot and walked around the stores on Thayer Street, where Eddie bought a tattooed and pierced rubber ducky and tried in vain to get me to stop and get my nose pierced; I would have done it if it weren’t for the sinus issues I’ve been having lately.

Cutting through side streets we ended up on North Main Street and went into Petco, where we picked up another bag of treats for Pickle and a ferret magazine. From there, still in no hurry to get home, we drove down to Warwick to hit the mall. We checked out Old Navy, where I got one shirt that doesn’t fit and Eddie got 2 shirts that do. Then we found Lane Bryant, which I wished I known was in there last week when I bought bras, because Eddie pointed out they were having a $10 bra sale. I bought 3, none of which are granny-ish, and they do fit.

Unrelated to anything I’ve posted, other than that it was taken yesterday, we also have a picture of my bright blue hair. I adore how this color turns out - it seems to do about 4 shades of blue and green rather than just one color.

We actually seemed to get a decent sleep last night until the rumbling of the garbage trucks came by and woke us up at 7:30-ish. Today we’re going to attempt to get Mom’s old dishwasher into the house. This means that Bryan needs to drive it here, which should be fun. However, the kitchen is clean, as is the living room, so we can actually allow friends and relatives to visit if they wanted to. I think we’re going to go to the drive-in, since there’s only 2 or 3 more weekends for it to be open. We also need to get tires put on Nanny’s truck.

We’re busy beavers. And beavers are noble and majestic creatures.

I love having days off in the beginning of the week - it gives me a chance to sleep late 4 days in a row.

Eddie had yesterday off, and we intended on playing FFXI all day, but ended up playing for about 2 or 3 hours and then going to Mom’s for dinner because it was Nanny’s birthday, and I spent some time in the morning making a FFXI-related Cafepress shop. When we got home he had me do some work on his homepage; he wanted a new graphic made, and I went a step further and changed the color as well.

Discovered that the certified letter that Eddie signed for last week was for a credit card I had a while ago, not my car. I’ll have to call them today and see what I can do to avoid the hassles of going to court.

Over the weekend some guy shot a Providence cop in the station with the cop’s own gun, smashed a 3rd story window, and then jumped out and ran off. He was charged with murder yesterday, and when they brought him into court he was wearing the standard Hannibal Lector-style hazmat faceshield because they were afraid of him being combative toward corrections officers and spitting in the courtroom. His family is in the courtroom and they start wailing about police brutality and yelling at the guy to plead not guilty. Um, the guy shot a cop in the police station with loads of other cops around as witnesses, is there any question about whther or not he’s guilty? And how can you expect a person to jump out of a 3rd floor window, run away from a station full of officers, resist arrest, and not receive some sort of injury? Not that I’m discounting the brutality angle. You can’t go into a station, shoot a cop, and expect to not get your ass beat, but I’m more willing to believe that whatever injuries he sustained were from the fall rather than the cops. Not only that, but no judge in this state would convict any cop for brutality against a suspect who shot one of their own.

Had a chat with someone this afternoon about my cam…

hopp: hi silvadel
silvadel : hi hopp
hopp : do u wanna have some cam2cam fun?
silvadel : Nope, I get nothing out of watching cams for the most part, and I”m not into shows.
hopp : c’mon… let’s get naked!!! =)
silvadel : c’mon, how about you get your jollies elsewhere?
hopp : after u show me ur boobs! =))))
silvadel @ 11:06:05 :: The whole thrill of webcam stripping was gone approximately 5 minutes after I got my 1st one in 1999. You’re about 6 years to late to watch me strip.
hopp @ 11:06:39 :: …………..
hopp @ 11:06:59 :: fine… u r so boring…
hopp @ 11:07:09 :: bye
silvadel @ 11:07:10 :: I never claimed to be interesting.
silvadel @ 11:08:27 :: You’re still here?
silvadel @ 11:08:34 :: I thought you were leaving.
hopp @ 11:08:58 :: noo.. u have so good breast
silvadel @ 11:09:13 :: Thanks.
silvadel @ 11:09:23 :: You’re still not going to see them.
hopp @ 11:09:48 :: i know.. this is enough for me
[at this point I move the camera angle so it shows me from just barely the neck upwards]
hopp @ 11:10:05 ::

I’m off to clean up the living room a bit. There’s a bunch of clothes on the floor that can get shoved into the spare room for now.