I have a lot to be thankful for every day I wake up. But since today is Thanksgiving, it's time for a list.
In no particular order, here's what I'm thankful for off the top of my head:
Scott
Family
Friends
Love
Employment
Being divorced
A place to live
Roscoe and Cassie
My Powerbook
Caffeine
Optimism
Perseverance
Balance
Perspective
Forgiveness
iTunes
Broadband
Hope
Thursday, November 25, 2004
Tuesday, November 23, 2004
Home
This might not be the kind of entry you think it is. Then again, I'm not sure where this is going either …
Time for more thinking out loud.
There are many times when my cynical side gets the best of me. Getting back into newspapers has awakened that part of my personality. It's easier to fire off an insensitive comment rather than appear to care. To a certain extent, that's a defense mechanism for a lot of journalists. The rest of that, well, we can be a pretty cruel and insensitive lot, and there's really not much wrong with that.
The problem I'm having is one of extremes. I've said that I don't take work home, and I don't. But I think I've been using the cynicism that comes quite naturally to … distract myself from the fact that 1) moving was more traumatic than I wanted to admit; 2) I'm still extremely vulnerable and 3) "home for the holidays" doesn't really mean what it should to me this year. We'll tackle these in order.
For starters, the move makes sense. It was probably the only thing I could've done. I don't like being backed into a corner, ever. I resent the hell out of that stuff. Financially, I needed to do this. And it's not a bad arrangement, not by a long shot. I do have too much stuff, but that's a given. In terms of what it meant for the end of my marriage, I really feel I'm doing OK with that. I certainly have better things to focus on than the ex, and I'm really OK with the idea of being divorced. Moving brought closure in a very physical sense. It's not all entirely my space, but I do have space. And I have peace of mind, which is nice. Still, my over-analytical mind is fucking with me. Which leads directly to the next point.
I don't like being vulnerable. I take pride in holding shit together. I think there's a part of me that gets off on staying calm during a crisis, especially during something like election night or if there's breaking news. That's work, though. At my core, I want to be in control; we all do. And if I'm not in control, especially of something like my feelings, I want to know why, I want to fix it or figure out why I'm feeling a certain way. Hell, that's the whole point behind keeping a blog. Anyway, the whole issue of vulnerability has to do with the fact that I'm feeling needy and neurotic. And I know why I'm feeling that way, and it has everything to do with me. The frustrating thing is that I really don't have a reason to feel that way. Well, I do and I don't. I think I've gotten a handle on it.
To a certain extent, it goes back to me ignoring advice from friends about how long to wait before getting into a relationship. Considering where I've been, I do have a good handle on my emotions. Christ, it's been five months now. It's been roughly 150 days of extremes, and that's the problem. Finding equilibrium has been tougher than I thought it would be — mostly because I didn't really think about it. I thought it was good enough to find someone I loved who made me forget I was married. And under no circumstances do I have regrets about that. I'm with a wonderful guy and I have never been happier. I can't imagine life without him. But it goes beyond making me forget about the ex. Maybe in the beginning, I wanted that. Now, it's about us, and who knows where we're headed. I need to step back and find balance — with what I'm feeling and what's realistic given things like schedules and other adult-type obligations. I was really proud of myself for maintaining a "whatever happens, happens" attitude. I don't know when, or why, that changed. I don't think it's a bad thing since I recognize the behavior pattern. Maybe it's OK for me to be a little nuts. The bottom line for me is that I don't want to fuck it up. That's the big fear, that's where the vulnerability comes in to a certain extent. Was it my fault my marriage didn't work? The easy answer is no. But clearly, there was something lacking. I'm not beating myself up over it, but when I let the doubt and self-pity visit, those are the kinds of things I wonder about. In any event, being neurotic accomplishes very little, and getting that stuff out of my system feels better. I may look like a fool, but what else is new.
For the past few years, I've been OK with being away from friends and family. But this is the first major holiday I won't be with … well, it's safe to say it's a major departure. Last year, I was able to go home. This year, I'm working and will have dinner with friends. In fact, I had to turn down one unexpected, but very sweet, invite. Or at least postpone the visit. I think I'm getting hung up on the whole "home" concept. Mom moved. The person I came up here with is no longer a part of my life. It just feels a little weird I guess. It's kinda silly, but I'm a little sad because I don't have anyone to cook a turkey for. And that reads poorly, and I don't mean it that way. I guess I'd like to be the one hosting dinner and cooking for all the people who helped me out over the summer. It's weird and sentimental and hopelessly romantic and out of character for me. For me, home is more than where you fall asleep at night. Home is where you're comfortable, where you feel safe, where — hopefully — you're with the people (or person) you love. Having that is key, at least in my twisted little world. I know it's idealistic. But there's a Luther Vandross song, "A House Is Not A Home:"
A chair is still a chair, even when there's no one sittin' there
But a chair is not a house and a house is not a home
When there's no one there to hold you tight
And no one there you can kiss goodnight
Yeah, you had to know lyrics were coming, especially in a long-ass entry like this. Granted, it's a song about losing love, but I like the sentiment about what makes a house a home. The song always had meaning to me, and this is why: For someone who thinks of herself as independent, recent history teaches our heroine that loving and being loved are very important. This requires trust and a certain amount of dependence on another person. Not co-dependence, dammit. But healthy give and take. On top of that, you basically reap what you sow. It feels good to put a lot into something and get the same in return; it's pretty fucking awesome, come to think of it. And I'm not sure where that's going, given the hour. But I do know I'll be OK and that thinking out loud like this helps me get rid of the angst.
I will find the home I'm looking for, I'm confident about that. I don't know when, but I will, someday. And if that's not enough reason for optimism, I don't know what is.
Time for more thinking out loud.
There are many times when my cynical side gets the best of me. Getting back into newspapers has awakened that part of my personality. It's easier to fire off an insensitive comment rather than appear to care. To a certain extent, that's a defense mechanism for a lot of journalists. The rest of that, well, we can be a pretty cruel and insensitive lot, and there's really not much wrong with that.
The problem I'm having is one of extremes. I've said that I don't take work home, and I don't. But I think I've been using the cynicism that comes quite naturally to … distract myself from the fact that 1) moving was more traumatic than I wanted to admit; 2) I'm still extremely vulnerable and 3) "home for the holidays" doesn't really mean what it should to me this year. We'll tackle these in order.
For starters, the move makes sense. It was probably the only thing I could've done. I don't like being backed into a corner, ever. I resent the hell out of that stuff. Financially, I needed to do this. And it's not a bad arrangement, not by a long shot. I do have too much stuff, but that's a given. In terms of what it meant for the end of my marriage, I really feel I'm doing OK with that. I certainly have better things to focus on than the ex, and I'm really OK with the idea of being divorced. Moving brought closure in a very physical sense. It's not all entirely my space, but I do have space. And I have peace of mind, which is nice. Still, my over-analytical mind is fucking with me. Which leads directly to the next point.
I don't like being vulnerable. I take pride in holding shit together. I think there's a part of me that gets off on staying calm during a crisis, especially during something like election night or if there's breaking news. That's work, though. At my core, I want to be in control; we all do. And if I'm not in control, especially of something like my feelings, I want to know why, I want to fix it or figure out why I'm feeling a certain way. Hell, that's the whole point behind keeping a blog. Anyway, the whole issue of vulnerability has to do with the fact that I'm feeling needy and neurotic. And I know why I'm feeling that way, and it has everything to do with me. The frustrating thing is that I really don't have a reason to feel that way. Well, I do and I don't. I think I've gotten a handle on it.
To a certain extent, it goes back to me ignoring advice from friends about how long to wait before getting into a relationship. Considering where I've been, I do have a good handle on my emotions. Christ, it's been five months now. It's been roughly 150 days of extremes, and that's the problem. Finding equilibrium has been tougher than I thought it would be — mostly because I didn't really think about it. I thought it was good enough to find someone I loved who made me forget I was married. And under no circumstances do I have regrets about that. I'm with a wonderful guy and I have never been happier. I can't imagine life without him. But it goes beyond making me forget about the ex. Maybe in the beginning, I wanted that. Now, it's about us, and who knows where we're headed. I need to step back and find balance — with what I'm feeling and what's realistic given things like schedules and other adult-type obligations. I was really proud of myself for maintaining a "whatever happens, happens" attitude. I don't know when, or why, that changed. I don't think it's a bad thing since I recognize the behavior pattern. Maybe it's OK for me to be a little nuts. The bottom line for me is that I don't want to fuck it up. That's the big fear, that's where the vulnerability comes in to a certain extent. Was it my fault my marriage didn't work? The easy answer is no. But clearly, there was something lacking. I'm not beating myself up over it, but when I let the doubt and self-pity visit, those are the kinds of things I wonder about. In any event, being neurotic accomplishes very little, and getting that stuff out of my system feels better. I may look like a fool, but what else is new.
For the past few years, I've been OK with being away from friends and family. But this is the first major holiday I won't be with … well, it's safe to say it's a major departure. Last year, I was able to go home. This year, I'm working and will have dinner with friends. In fact, I had to turn down one unexpected, but very sweet, invite. Or at least postpone the visit. I think I'm getting hung up on the whole "home" concept. Mom moved. The person I came up here with is no longer a part of my life. It just feels a little weird I guess. It's kinda silly, but I'm a little sad because I don't have anyone to cook a turkey for. And that reads poorly, and I don't mean it that way. I guess I'd like to be the one hosting dinner and cooking for all the people who helped me out over the summer. It's weird and sentimental and hopelessly romantic and out of character for me. For me, home is more than where you fall asleep at night. Home is where you're comfortable, where you feel safe, where — hopefully — you're with the people (or person) you love. Having that is key, at least in my twisted little world. I know it's idealistic. But there's a Luther Vandross song, "A House Is Not A Home:"
A chair is still a chair, even when there's no one sittin' there
But a chair is not a house and a house is not a home
When there's no one there to hold you tight
And no one there you can kiss goodnight
Yeah, you had to know lyrics were coming, especially in a long-ass entry like this. Granted, it's a song about losing love, but I like the sentiment about what makes a house a home. The song always had meaning to me, and this is why: For someone who thinks of herself as independent, recent history teaches our heroine that loving and being loved are very important. This requires trust and a certain amount of dependence on another person. Not co-dependence, dammit. But healthy give and take. On top of that, you basically reap what you sow. It feels good to put a lot into something and get the same in return; it's pretty fucking awesome, come to think of it. And I'm not sure where that's going, given the hour. But I do know I'll be OK and that thinking out loud like this helps me get rid of the angst.
I will find the home I'm looking for, I'm confident about that. I don't know when, but I will, someday. And if that's not enough reason for optimism, I don't know what is.
Thursday, November 18, 2004
Jingle this...
No, Nov. 17 is not an appropriate time to hear Christmas music out in public.
Back in the old days, Christmas wasn't shoved down your throat by retailers until after Thanksgiving. Now, with a struggling economy, most retailers are pushing that shit right after Halloween (which has become waaaaaaaaay too commercialized as well). Today at lunch, I got into the "bah-humbug" spirit after hearing Christmas carols. It's not even freakin' winter yet. Can't they at least wait until next week?
Holidays aren't going to be the same for me this year. That's a given. Thanksgiving plans are being firmed up — I'm working that day, but I should be able to get my hands on some turkey, thanks to the kindness of friends. I'd rather have a three-day weekend anyway.
I've always believed that if you're going to give, you should do it all year. Charities and those less fortunate need help all year long, not just around Thanksgiving and Christmas. Yes, this is the time of year when we tend to think about that sort of thing. But when it comes to giving gifts, I generally don't need a reason. If I see something I think someone will enjoy, and I can afford it, I'll buy it. I don't expect anything in return. If someone is able to bring me happiness, then it's the least I can do.
But you shouldn't have to give gifts to embody the holiday spirit. That's what retailers would have you believe, and the commercialization of the season is pretty disgusting. Spend, spend, spend. Go further into debt because boy, the woman in your life isn't going to think you love her unless you buy her a new car or diamonds and gold. Sheesh. Where the hell does that stuff come from? Ad agencies. Sales reps are the bane of all existence and should be exterminated. Yes, it's personal with me on that one. Still, I don't need shiny things to know I'm loved. I don't need to spend huge sums of money for the guy in my life to know I love him dearly because I tell him as often as I can.
As for being thankful, well, that's a daily thing for me. I don't take people for granted. I let them know they're appreciated. Having a husband walk out on you will do that. And oddly enough, I'm grateful he did that. If he hadn't left, I wouldn't be where I am now. It's an odd twist of fate, but I've never been happier — not even going back to the earliest days of when the ex and I first got together. I have a remarkable man in my life, and I'll be damned if I want to let him go. My life isn't perfect; I don't own a house, I'm not a domestic goddess, I don't make a six-figure salary. But dammit, it's my life and I'm happy. I have something to look forward to every day when I wake up. I feel good about myself, and while a bit of a strain at times, I know I make a difference at work. But work stays at the office; that's been key for me. I'm A LOT more upbeat about life these days, and guess why. If I'm down and need to smile, I just think of my guy. Fancy that.
So no, I don't need Christmas carols or ad campaigns or gifts to get into the spirit of the season. Friends and family are what matter. True friends are always there for you; family should be there for you regardless. And lovers, well … I don't post everything here, you know.
I got yer hohoho right here.
Posted: Thu - November 18, 2004 at 01:22 AM
Back in the old days, Christmas wasn't shoved down your throat by retailers until after Thanksgiving. Now, with a struggling economy, most retailers are pushing that shit right after Halloween (which has become waaaaaaaaay too commercialized as well). Today at lunch, I got into the "bah-humbug" spirit after hearing Christmas carols. It's not even freakin' winter yet. Can't they at least wait until next week?
Holidays aren't going to be the same for me this year. That's a given. Thanksgiving plans are being firmed up — I'm working that day, but I should be able to get my hands on some turkey, thanks to the kindness of friends. I'd rather have a three-day weekend anyway.
I've always believed that if you're going to give, you should do it all year. Charities and those less fortunate need help all year long, not just around Thanksgiving and Christmas. Yes, this is the time of year when we tend to think about that sort of thing. But when it comes to giving gifts, I generally don't need a reason. If I see something I think someone will enjoy, and I can afford it, I'll buy it. I don't expect anything in return. If someone is able to bring me happiness, then it's the least I can do.
But you shouldn't have to give gifts to embody the holiday spirit. That's what retailers would have you believe, and the commercialization of the season is pretty disgusting. Spend, spend, spend. Go further into debt because boy, the woman in your life isn't going to think you love her unless you buy her a new car or diamonds and gold. Sheesh. Where the hell does that stuff come from? Ad agencies. Sales reps are the bane of all existence and should be exterminated. Yes, it's personal with me on that one. Still, I don't need shiny things to know I'm loved. I don't need to spend huge sums of money for the guy in my life to know I love him dearly because I tell him as often as I can.
As for being thankful, well, that's a daily thing for me. I don't take people for granted. I let them know they're appreciated. Having a husband walk out on you will do that. And oddly enough, I'm grateful he did that. If he hadn't left, I wouldn't be where I am now. It's an odd twist of fate, but I've never been happier — not even going back to the earliest days of when the ex and I first got together. I have a remarkable man in my life, and I'll be damned if I want to let him go. My life isn't perfect; I don't own a house, I'm not a domestic goddess, I don't make a six-figure salary. But dammit, it's my life and I'm happy. I have something to look forward to every day when I wake up. I feel good about myself, and while a bit of a strain at times, I know I make a difference at work. But work stays at the office; that's been key for me. I'm A LOT more upbeat about life these days, and guess why. If I'm down and need to smile, I just think of my guy. Fancy that.
So no, I don't need Christmas carols or ad campaigns or gifts to get into the spirit of the season. Friends and family are what matter. True friends are always there for you; family should be there for you regardless. And lovers, well … I don't post everything here, you know.
I got yer hohoho right here.
Posted: Thu - November 18, 2004 at 01:22 AM
Tuesday, November 16, 2004
Song ~ Nov. 16
From their new album, which I was lucky enough to hear the other day. This is a must-purchase when it comes out next week. If you like U2, I can't stress this enough.
Miracle Drug ~ U2
I want to trip inside your head
Spend the day there...
To hear the things you haven't said
And see what you might see
I want to hear you when you call
Do you feel anything at all?
I want to see your thoughts take shape
And walk right out
Freedom has a scent
Like the top of a new born baby's head
The songs are in your eyes
I see them when you smile
I've seen enough I'm not giving up
On a miracle drug
Of science and the human heart
There is no limit
There is no failure here sweetheart
Just when you quit...
I am you and you are mine
Love makes nonsense of space
And time...will disappear
Love and logic keep us clear
Reason is on our side, love...
The songs are in your eyes
I see them when you smile
I've had enough of romantic love
I'd give it up, yeah, I'd give it up
For a miracle, a miracle drug, a miracle drug
God I need your help tonight
Beneath the noise
Below the din
I hear a voice
It's whispering
In science and in medicine
"I was a stranger
You took me in"
The songs are in your eyes
I see them when you smile
I've had enough of romantic love
I'd give it up, yeah, I'd give it up
For a miracle, miracle drug
Miracle, miracle drug
Miracle Drug ~ U2
I want to trip inside your head
Spend the day there...
To hear the things you haven't said
And see what you might see
I want to hear you when you call
Do you feel anything at all?
I want to see your thoughts take shape
And walk right out
Freedom has a scent
Like the top of a new born baby's head
The songs are in your eyes
I see them when you smile
I've seen enough I'm not giving up
On a miracle drug
Of science and the human heart
There is no limit
There is no failure here sweetheart
Just when you quit...
I am you and you are mine
Love makes nonsense of space
And time...will disappear
Love and logic keep us clear
Reason is on our side, love...
The songs are in your eyes
I see them when you smile
I've had enough of romantic love
I'd give it up, yeah, I'd give it up
For a miracle, a miracle drug, a miracle drug
God I need your help tonight
Beneath the noise
Below the din
I hear a voice
It's whispering
In science and in medicine
"I was a stranger
You took me in"
The songs are in your eyes
I see them when you smile
I've had enough of romantic love
I'd give it up, yeah, I'd give it up
For a miracle, miracle drug
Miracle, miracle drug
Tuesday, November 9, 2004
Song of the moment
Fall to Pieces — Velvet Revolver
Loved Scott Weiland's voice since Stone Temple Pilots. A great song I wish i had discovered a few months ago when it was more relevant.
Still, it's good stuff.
It's been a long year
Since you've been gone
I've been alone here
I've grown old
I fall to pieces, I'm falling
Fell to pieces and I'm still falling
Every time I'm falling down
All alone I fall to pieces
I keep a journal of memories
I'm feeling lonely, I can't breathe
I fall to pieces, I'm falling
Fell to pieces and I'm still falling
All the years I've tried
With more to go
Will the memories die
I'm waiting
Will I find you
Can I find you
We're falling down
I'm falling
Loved Scott Weiland's voice since Stone Temple Pilots. A great song I wish i had discovered a few months ago when it was more relevant.
Still, it's good stuff.
It's been a long year
Since you've been gone
I've been alone here
I've grown old
I fall to pieces, I'm falling
Fell to pieces and I'm still falling
Every time I'm falling down
All alone I fall to pieces
I keep a journal of memories
I'm feeling lonely, I can't breathe
I fall to pieces, I'm falling
Fell to pieces and I'm still falling
All the years I've tried
With more to go
Will the memories die
I'm waiting
Will I find you
Can I find you
We're falling down
I'm falling
Monday, November 8, 2004
Still happy
Yeah, hard to believe. I'm still really enjoying life, despite a few minor inconveniences…
For those of us who use computers for a living, your fingers, hands and wrists are very, very important. I've got repetitive stress injury in both wrists, but it's not carpal tunnel (yet). I can handle that. But I managed to suffer a rather annoying injury to my index finger at work tonight.
I was putting away a retractable knife when I sliced my fingertip on a blade that was stored/forgotten in one of the storage slots in the plotter. I just wanted to put the knife back in the right spot and as I tried to do that, zip! I've got a cut on my finger. It doesn't hurt much, but it's deep enough where it could take a bit to heal. The annoying thing is trying to type and use my mouse with the bandage on it. And typing does hurt a bit. But I'll live. Got a tetanus shot three years ago when I crashed the bike, so I should be OK. Not exactly sure how I'll get my contacts out tonight…
The happiness, of course, comes from spending the better part of Saturday with my special guy. I took a mental health day, and I did have some stuff to get finished up for the move. It's so unbelievably great to spend time with him. We see each other during the week for lunch, but it's so nice to be able to hang out and just … be. I'm very lucky to have found someone I really enjoy doing just about anything with. We don't need anything fancy; being together is great enough. And I'm grateful for any time we have together. Granted, there still needs to be a serious kidnapping in the next few days or so (that is to say, time alone for us adults). But I'm just so very happy and content and excited to be with such a neat guy. Frankly, I feel a little spoiled because he's so good to me. And I'm not talking material goods here. I have more than enough stuff. I'm old enough where I don't need toys (though I do enjoy them) or shiny things to be impressed by a guy. What's inside matters so much more to me than anything that could be bought in a store. That's not to say I'm against giving gifts; if I see something I think he'll like and I can afford it, I'll get it. That's just the way I'm wired. I value our time together, I love having him around, I love doing nothing with him. Yeah, it's getting sickening again. But really. I am that happy.
I keep thinking I'll wake up, that this is too good to be true. More than that, I'm afraid I'll do something to mess this up. I was talking to a friend of ours the other day, and I mentioned to her that once I realized I had fallen really hard for my guy, one of the first things through my head was, "Don't fuck this up." She agrees I've got a good one; she said he'll take care of me, and I told her he's doing just that.
In any event, Jen is still giddy and delirious with love. Definitely a feeling I'm enjoying. I must be getting old or soft or both, beacause at the end of the day, the thing that matters the most to me is knowing that I've got a great guy who loves me bunches, and that I love him more than he can know. And that no matter what may have happened during the course of my day, thinking of him always makes me smile. Or grin evilly, depending on the thought…
So there's an update.
For those of us who use computers for a living, your fingers, hands and wrists are very, very important. I've got repetitive stress injury in both wrists, but it's not carpal tunnel (yet). I can handle that. But I managed to suffer a rather annoying injury to my index finger at work tonight.
I was putting away a retractable knife when I sliced my fingertip on a blade that was stored/forgotten in one of the storage slots in the plotter. I just wanted to put the knife back in the right spot and as I tried to do that, zip! I've got a cut on my finger. It doesn't hurt much, but it's deep enough where it could take a bit to heal. The annoying thing is trying to type and use my mouse with the bandage on it. And typing does hurt a bit. But I'll live. Got a tetanus shot three years ago when I crashed the bike, so I should be OK. Not exactly sure how I'll get my contacts out tonight…
The happiness, of course, comes from spending the better part of Saturday with my special guy. I took a mental health day, and I did have some stuff to get finished up for the move. It's so unbelievably great to spend time with him. We see each other during the week for lunch, but it's so nice to be able to hang out and just … be. I'm very lucky to have found someone I really enjoy doing just about anything with. We don't need anything fancy; being together is great enough. And I'm grateful for any time we have together. Granted, there still needs to be a serious kidnapping in the next few days or so (that is to say, time alone for us adults). But I'm just so very happy and content and excited to be with such a neat guy. Frankly, I feel a little spoiled because he's so good to me. And I'm not talking material goods here. I have more than enough stuff. I'm old enough where I don't need toys (though I do enjoy them) or shiny things to be impressed by a guy. What's inside matters so much more to me than anything that could be bought in a store. That's not to say I'm against giving gifts; if I see something I think he'll like and I can afford it, I'll get it. That's just the way I'm wired. I value our time together, I love having him around, I love doing nothing with him. Yeah, it's getting sickening again. But really. I am that happy.
I keep thinking I'll wake up, that this is too good to be true. More than that, I'm afraid I'll do something to mess this up. I was talking to a friend of ours the other day, and I mentioned to her that once I realized I had fallen really hard for my guy, one of the first things through my head was, "Don't fuck this up." She agrees I've got a good one; she said he'll take care of me, and I told her he's doing just that.
In any event, Jen is still giddy and delirious with love. Definitely a feeling I'm enjoying. I must be getting old or soft or both, beacause at the end of the day, the thing that matters the most to me is knowing that I've got a great guy who loves me bunches, and that I love him more than he can know. And that no matter what may have happened during the course of my day, thinking of him always makes me smile. Or grin evilly, depending on the thought…
So there's an update.
Tuesday, November 2, 2004
...
Huh?
Feeling very random right now. Wanted to write something, but wasn't sure what to write. So I'll probably have a bunch of unrelated stuff here…
The Good
Aside from moving, the weekend was fabulous. Got to spend a lot of time with my special guy. Can't wait until we can just have a weekend for us. I don't know when this could happen, thanks to our lovely schedules. Just having him for a few hours alone is nice. And if he can spend the night… ahem. Anyway. So. Very. Happy. I've thought about this a bit, and I really can't remember another person making me this happy.
The Bad
Still sleeping (fitfully) on the couch. Cat was wandering around last night, making all kinds of noise. Evil wench.
The Ugly
Still have some stuff to bring over from the old house. Very, very annoying. I hate moving. I hate moving. I hate moving. Yes, I have too much stuff. Happy now?
The Election
I hand-delivered my absentee ballot. I can only hope enough people woke the fuck up and made the right choice. If not, I guess it's time to move to Canada. Working late for election coverage. Could be entertaining.
Oh, and for the record, Dubya can eat a dick.
Feeling very random right now. Wanted to write something, but wasn't sure what to write. So I'll probably have a bunch of unrelated stuff here…
The Good
Aside from moving, the weekend was fabulous. Got to spend a lot of time with my special guy. Can't wait until we can just have a weekend for us. I don't know when this could happen, thanks to our lovely schedules. Just having him for a few hours alone is nice. And if he can spend the night… ahem. Anyway. So. Very. Happy. I've thought about this a bit, and I really can't remember another person making me this happy.
The Bad
Still sleeping (fitfully) on the couch. Cat was wandering around last night, making all kinds of noise. Evil wench.
The Ugly
Still have some stuff to bring over from the old house. Very, very annoying. I hate moving. I hate moving. I hate moving. Yes, I have too much stuff. Happy now?
The Election
I hand-delivered my absentee ballot. I can only hope enough people woke the fuck up and made the right choice. If not, I guess it's time to move to Canada. Working late for election coverage. Could be entertaining.
Oh, and for the record, Dubya can eat a dick.
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