a wolf angel is not a good angel

I saw Match Point tonight and, to my surprise, I liked it. I am not a Woody Allen fan, or at least, not his recent stuff. And I was truly not in the mood for neurotic Jews or New Yorkers. But there were no neuroses, no Jews, no New Yorkers! Plus, I always always like seeing movies which don’t go the “everything happens for a reason” route (which is probably part of why Lost is getting tiresome, though the other part is the annoying not-dead-yet-ness of Jack), and this one was all about how your life is mostly dependent on luck.

This I believe strongly: the most significant things in my life, for better or for worse, happened due to blind chance, from that particular sperm hitting that particular egg right on through.

Today I am going to the library! Grocery store, not so much. Now I feel like I am testing to see how long I can manage. But really the idea of grocery shopping tires me.

Maybe I don’t love my pets enough, but I am big on pre-made cat food (I do buy the more expensive stuff, though). I mean, sure, wild cats don’t eat it, but seriously, they also don’t eat organic chicken breasts. If you were really trying to hit something more natural, maybe you should let a bunch of mice free in your house.

I will drink more water. I like drinking water, it’s usually my beverage of choice, but for some reason, recently I have not been drinking as much of it — or anything — as I should. So instead of being thirsty and then being too lazy to get up and get something to drink, I will try to keep water nearby most of the time and, if I don’t have any, I will go get some instead of saying “Nevermind, I’ll stop being thirsty eventually.”

Update: forgot the problem with this plan. As it is I pee eleventy million times a day. (Especially bad right now, as I have my period. I can’t imagine what would happen should I ever get pregnant.)

What is the progressive (-ing) form of “freezing rain”. Is it “freezing rain”, “freezing raining”, “freezinging raining”, something else? (Is it only a noun? Unlikely.)

Pointless bonus question: What is the current weather in Montreal?

(Or, why I am on very few people’s IM lists)

Because I am the queen of appropriate with my sister, I decided to show her some butt plugs. These, to be specific (sorry, flea).

Sister says:
so wait is it clour coded
Sister says:
like the pink for women
Sister says:
and the blur for men
Wolfa says:
no
Sister says:
cause the pink is biger
Sister says:
women have to suffer more

I have decided to stop this. Why? Because she then sent me (remember, she’s not quite 13) an small animated gif of a woman giving a blowjob.

Friend says:
see where butt plugs will take you?
Friend says:
bad, bad places
Wolfa says:
yes
Wolfa says:
i have learned my lesson.

So, um, I did not get to the grocery store or the library either. Or, you know, out of the house at all. Today I am going out because (a) I have to for work and (b) I’m out of kitty litter! I can live on the food I have; I cannot live with the stink of overused kitty litter.

This also means I didn’t go to my grandparents’, so it further means that this morning I get an annoyed call from my grandmother who wants me to come Right Now and take whatever it is she wants taken out. Delayed gratification is not so high on her list. (Yes, I know, she’s 80-whatever and probably going to die within the year. But still, a day later in picking up dishes?) On the plus side, this means I am going with a parent, so that much less time talking to them. Also probably I will go to the library to drop off books while I am there, but that barely counts.

Maybe groceries tomorrow. My PMS-y stuff has subsided so I might be more in the mood to get out and doing things.

But I got my period — EARLY, damn it — and maybe that will explain it.

I went to neither the grocery store nor the library this weekend! I will probably go to at least one today, because my grandparents (the ones I have talked about occasionally, who are ill, and who I am not close to) are moving to an assisted living centre and they are trying to get rid of their stuff/pass it on to me. (I agreed to take the air popper, which I have fond memories of; I have already been given 3 serving plates and one bowl, via my parents.) I guess I will agree to take something, then discard it, because they’re never coming over here and won’t find out (can’t make it up to the third floor). And they live almost across the street from the library, which is across the street from a grocery store.

The problem with the library is that none of my books on reserve are ready yet, and they are likely to be available in a few days, and each time I go, I come back with many more books.

Santa has now responded to the kids commenting on Beth’s Is Santa Real post.

He uses AOL.