Below are the most recent 3 friends' journal entries.

Monday, December 21st, 2009
medeaschild	4:53p	Happy holidays Our apartment works. I know M is still struggling with the move, but I was wandering around last night just... being happy to b be here. The dinner party went smashingly, good food, good company, the usual amount of food mishaps that turned out tasty and fun. My sweet friend L and her sweetie A were our first dinner guests, they've seen the moving in process and supported both of us thorugh this move, so we figured that they'd be alright with being our guinea pigs. They brought presents, a wine opener gizmo for M that he's thrilled with, and we had fun chatting until it was late. I stayed up too late, but I'm content about it, putting roots down, getting comfortable in my own skin. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, December 20th, 2009
medeaschild	3:06p	Homemaking My god its like we might actually live here. All boxes unpacked, pictures hung, music playing, hosting dinner with some friends tonight, candles out, bar set up, its downright livable. Maddy has had better days. She was sleeping in the pile of stuffed animals and pillows on the guest bed when I went to finish the guest room and make that bed. She grudgingly got off the bed and relocated. To the master bed. Which we just washed the sheets for and had to make as well. She's now on the master bed, far corner, back to the door, and refusing to move or acknowledge any one else. ( More random thoughts ) (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, December 18th, 2009
medeaschild	11:17a	Big foot I have big feet. If you haven't met me, I'm six feet tall with solid farmer bone structure. (Thanks Dad!) I have big feet for a girl. Usually, I try to buy men's shoes whenever possible because other than the burgeoning drag show contingent, chick shoes are not made in my size. But I'm trying to put together a costume for a character who is relatively feminine. In that "will politely make a phone call to have your body dumped in a river" kind of way. Before she had a name a couple of other players were calling her "The Duchess". In my mind she wears boots, big, tall, black leather boots. Fuck me - ass kicking boots. I manage to find the boots online. My boots. Round toe for my wide big feet. Zip up rather than pull on. Four inch heel with a 3/4" platform. Black leather, not patent, not suede. A couple of subtle buckles for detailing, but nothing obnoxious. Wide calf with stretchy for some extra give. For under $50. I debate for a couple of days, send the link to a couple of people. (My favorite response is from one of the writers "I would have sex with you in those boots." "Is that official approval from the writing team?" "I don't think the writing team has an official opinion on me having sex with you.") I decide to buy the boots. They are not in stock in my size. I am crushed, heartbroken. I search the internet for alternatives. For $200-$300 I can get something almost like my boots. With sharp toes, or as a slouch boot, or with a ton of detailing, or with a 2 inch heel. I grit my teeth, determined to get my boots and make a Plan, I will call every store that might carry my boots and see if they have inventory on the shelf that doesn't show online. I mentally map out where I could get someone to pick them up for me if they aren't available in my state. Between Boston, Philly, Pittsburgh, and Michigan, I think I may have a shot. This morning, at 9 am, I make phone calls. I first call corporate... bad news, the boots are an online only item. Grr. I check them again, longingly. They're in stock in my size. Hooray for inventory updates! I place my order, my fingers sweaty with the fear that someone will snake my boots and I'll be bereft again. The order is placed, shipping to my mom's as that is where I'll be over the holidays, paying 8 dollars for shipping that promises to be there by Dec. 30. I nod, job done, at least so far. Then, in my usual internet wanderings, I come across a coupon code giving me 40% off an entire order from that company, plus free express shipping. I call corporate again, they happily apply the code. My boots are now guaranteed in time for Christmas for less than its going to cost me to go to the movies tonight. They have to fit, or I'll cry. (4 Comments |Comment on this)