Venti Cappucino

I managed to get out of the house this morning looking decent, but I am not wrong about that whole haircut thing. Bedhead has turned into rat’s nest, so this morning it’s Rice baseball cap and huge headphones, which double as excellent earmuffs. It’s cold… very cold… but the sun will be out, which helps. It’s the reason I like DC so much better than Portland in terms of weather. My vitamin D level doesn’t plunge into nothing (six) in the winter. Trying to decide when I’m going to do the haircut thing… not enough hours in the day…. ever. Perhaps I will alternate between Rice and the CIA all week. Although, truth be told, my CIA baseball cap looks like crap because it’s black and everything sticks to it. There are little pieces of paper and dust bunnies all over it. It’s a good look. It’s hard to underestimate how much my headphones help in terms of keeping me warm, though. I listen to Opie and Jimmy, just like the old days (remember that, Randy? 😛 ) except they have a podcast now instead of broadcasting on terrestrial from New York. With the sound coming through, my headphones are even warmer.

Opie and Jimmy are doing a bang-up job talking about “Making a Murderer.” There are several times I’ve doubled over in the Metro laughing so hard that people wonder what’s wrong with me. It is completely NSFW and totally offensive, so if you are offended easily, please don’t download the podcast and blame me because you don’t think it’s as funny as I do.

When I’m actually at work, I skip between jazz, classical, and EDM without words. The EDM makes me type faster, and so does jazz. It’s the Mozart Effect, just without Mozart (some of the time). I had a boss day yesterday. I finished up around 6:30, and remembered to write down where I stopped so that I could pick up this AM without missing a beat. I still didn’t get home until 2100, but I didn’t care. I was still high on kicking coder ass. It’s a beautiful feeling when you hit Execute and nothing goes wrong. In fact, it’s kind of like a natural 5-Hour Energy Shot…. in Sour Apple.

Speaking of Sour Apple 5-Hour Energy, I am wearing a camo t-shirt under the navy Henley that Lindsay got me for Christmas (the Sour Apple bottle is camo). I love my camo t-shirt, but I am divided when I wear it, which is why I always wear something over it. The first is that I was never in the military, and I don’t mean any disrespect. The second is that I am so butch anyway that when I wear it I get thanked for my service A LOT. I always tell the truth, that I was never in the military, but I will pass their thanks along to my friends that were. I think of Stephanie and Volfe every time it happens, and silently say a prayer that they got home safe and sound.

The “so butch anyway” is cute with make-up. Seriously. As I used to quip, “I’m more man than you’ll ever be and more woman than you’ll ever get” when good ol boys used to torment me in high school.

It worked, because there are just no good comebacks when you’re not smart enough to think of them…. and they weren’t. I don’t even remember how I came up with it in the first place, just that the first time I did, I was met with stunned silence and a satisfying feeling as they skulked away wordless.

The femme in me says that I need to go by a piercing studio on Saturday, because I don’t need anything pierced, but I want to go back to titanium ball enclosures for the four holes in my ears. They match anything and everything, and they never rust. I have had one in my cartilege since 1999…. the same one. Oh, no. Wait. I had to replace it in 2001 after a CT scan. The ER didn’t have the special tool to take it out, so they sawed it off.

Good times.

And on that note, my cappucino is done and it’s time to run for the train.

xoL

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