Arcade Fire puts on a way better show than your mom.
tonight DrStinkypants and I remembered the very first thread in which we interacted with each other, and it is something we must take to our graves.
we discussed this, by the way, over flights of beer, with Neutral Milk Hotel playing in the background and my whole entire life coming to a deliriously wonderful fruition.
sorry to use words like "fruition".. but shit. I'm fucking happy. I hope you are fucking happy too. and I don't want any smartass comments about how fucking is a verb and also an adjective and "fucking happy" could mean having sex with happy. that is not normal. seek help, if that's the sort of thing you want to say to me right now.
best night ever. best. fucking. night.
tonight DrStinkypants and I remembered the very first thread in which we interacted with each other, and it is something we must take to our graves.
we discussed this, by the way, over flights of beer, with Neutral Milk Hotel playing in the background and my whole entire life coming to a deliriously wonderful fruition.
sorry to use words like "fruition".. but shit. I'm fucking happy. I hope you are fucking happy too. and I don't want any smartass comments about how fucking is a verb and also an adjective and "fucking happy" could mean having sex with happy. that is not normal. seek help, if that's the sort of thing you want to say to me right now.
best night ever. best. fucking. night.
hey guys! remember me?
more importantly, remember DrStinkypants?
I'm marrying him in October.
EVERYONE ELSE LOSES.
more importantly, remember DrStinkypants?
I'm marrying him in October.
EVERYONE ELSE LOSES.
WOW
um
what?
some generous, anonymous soul reactivated my account, so I figure I might as well be here.
WHAT THE FUCK IS NEW GUYS.
um
what?
some generous, anonymous soul reactivated my account, so I figure I might as well be here.
WHAT THE FUCK IS NEW GUYS.
stool softener.
my cat is yowling a lot tonight and I feel like [impacted] shit.
on the plus side, my SG subscription expires in a few days.
I never write in here. but today I shall!
a minor update of sorts!
-quit my job. faithful readers may remember I was working in library administration. faithful readers may also remember that I have worked in libraries for several years. I can state with some conviction that while administration pays well, it is without a doubt the worst place to work in a library. I found myself missing the weird interactions I used to have while helping patrons.. and that is saying something.
-so now I'm trying to decide between grad school and new job. it's been a month since I quit and it has been a blissful month of limbo. I kind of don't want it to end, but also need some money or a diversion. bizarrely, I'm hungry to work in a library again. I don't know why I do this to myself.
-my dad has been in and out of the ER. it's been stressful as shit.
-but I HAVE been working out (for the first time ever!) and I sort of love it to death. it's weird to think that someday I may even be able to do a pull-up.
-next weekend we're making our escape to Madison, a town full of only happy memories for us. this time we're seeing Trampled by Turtles. it should be fun, though probably not as awesome as our last trip to Madtown, which involved Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, Rock of Love, lots of pizza and beer, and the loudest hotel room sex ever. whee!
and, finally,
k bai, off 2 a meeting
a minor update of sorts!
-quit my job. faithful readers may remember I was working in library administration. faithful readers may also remember that I have worked in libraries for several years. I can state with some conviction that while administration pays well, it is without a doubt the worst place to work in a library. I found myself missing the weird interactions I used to have while helping patrons.. and that is saying something.
-so now I'm trying to decide between grad school and new job. it's been a month since I quit and it has been a blissful month of limbo. I kind of don't want it to end, but also need some money or a diversion. bizarrely, I'm hungry to work in a library again. I don't know why I do this to myself.
-my dad has been in and out of the ER. it's been stressful as shit.
-but I HAVE been working out (for the first time ever!) and I sort of love it to death. it's weird to think that someday I may even be able to do a pull-up.
-next weekend we're making our escape to Madison, a town full of only happy memories for us. this time we're seeing Trampled by Turtles. it should be fun, though probably not as awesome as our last trip to Madtown, which involved Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, Rock of Love, lots of pizza and beer, and the loudest hotel room sex ever. whee!
and, finally,
k bai, off 2 a meeting
I wrote 10,000 words yesterday. I finished nanowrimo with 15 minutes to spare.
and I actually like what I wrote.
today, I am going to eat a lot of mashed potatoes.
it's snowing.
and I actually like what I wrote.
today, I am going to eat a lot of mashed potatoes.
it's snowing.
what's a meta for?
I'm writing a novel.
last night I saw Darjeeling Limited and unexpectedly adored it. I think I might be the only one. it was an aesthetically perfect film. fuck you, Wes Anderson, for finally making me love you.
after living in this apartment for over a year I'm finally starting to decorate the bedroom. it used to be just white walls and piles of clothing. I have three framed photos of varying sizes now. two flowers and a print of AnnaLee. my life feels pretty again.
I can even handle my job now. it's a nightmare full of boring people and mindless tasks and bad traffic all the time, but I can handle it. and I'm not letting it change me.
I feel good. I feel well. this is a temporary thing, it always is, but it's a relief. sometimes I just forget how to do it.
I would be leaving the site if I could, I would have left a long time ago, but my subscription doesn't expire until April and I still like to pop in occasionally. no overwhelming objections here (aside from the long-standing and irrevocable), just boredom.
I can't wait until it snows.
I'm writing a novel.
last night I saw Darjeeling Limited and unexpectedly adored it. I think I might be the only one. it was an aesthetically perfect film. fuck you, Wes Anderson, for finally making me love you.
after living in this apartment for over a year I'm finally starting to decorate the bedroom. it used to be just white walls and piles of clothing. I have three framed photos of varying sizes now. two flowers and a print of AnnaLee. my life feels pretty again.
I can even handle my job now. it's a nightmare full of boring people and mindless tasks and bad traffic all the time, but I can handle it. and I'm not letting it change me.
I feel good. I feel well. this is a temporary thing, it always is, but it's a relief. sometimes I just forget how to do it.
I would be leaving the site if I could, I would have left a long time ago, but my subscription doesn't expire until April and I still like to pop in occasionally. no overwhelming objections here (aside from the long-standing and irrevocable), just boredom.
I can't wait until it snows.
