OK. So my last post was 18 months ago... and absolutely nothing has changed except that I now own some actual furniture, pay more taxes and appear respectable to my new neighbors.
It's coming... any day now... soon... pretty soon... as soon as I reasonably can... just as soon as I'm a little more settled... I will rise up, cast off the petty trappings of comfortable existence and reclaim the vivacious, sexy, culturally astute life as a member of the young, edgy, creative, urban avant-garde.
And if it doesn't happen, then I'll just blame it on the trauma of turning 30. (Though I suppose my advise about a good lay applies at any age.)
Q
It's coming... any day now... soon... pretty soon... as soon as I reasonably can... just as soon as I'm a little more settled... I will rise up, cast off the petty trappings of comfortable existence and reclaim the vivacious, sexy, culturally astute life as a member of the young, edgy, creative, urban avant-garde.
And if it doesn't happen, then I'll just blame it on the trauma of turning 30. (Though I suppose my advise about a good lay applies at any age.)
Q
This is getting truly frightening.
For the first time in my life I have good health insurance, but that's nothing. Get this, I now have [shutter] a retirement plan. I feel like such a grown up. HELP
If I run out right now, pierce my nipples, dye my hair blue, smoke a pack of cloves, go to Club Congress and make clumsy drunken passes as 22 year olds... will I prove to myself that I am still the young fancy-free, vivacious creature living on the cutting edge of the cultural avant-garde, which at 20 I swore I would remain forever?
Nah, I don't think so either. Maybe I just need a good lay... That never hurts.
Until next time, la vie Boheme!
For the first time in my life I have good health insurance, but that's nothing. Get this, I now have [shutter] a retirement plan. I feel like such a grown up. HELP
If I run out right now, pierce my nipples, dye my hair blue, smoke a pack of cloves, go to Club Congress and make clumsy drunken passes as 22 year olds... will I prove to myself that I am still the young fancy-free, vivacious creature living on the cutting edge of the cultural avant-garde, which at 20 I swore I would remain forever?
Nah, I don't think so either. Maybe I just need a good lay... That never hurts.
Until next time, la vie Boheme!
...every day it ticks just a little closer ...until one day ...you realize that it's all over--you've finished ...all your muscles suddenly relax ...graduation ...YIPPIE!!!
(Now that that's over does life begin again?)
Peace, health and love,
Q
(Now that that's over does life begin again?)
Peace, health and love,
Q
SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!!!... Shit, I just finished a nice long entry. First in more than a year, right... And then I deleted the whole fucking thing! SHIT!!!
But here is the odd thing... It seems that, despite the passage of 13 months, there is nothing very specific to report. It's mostly all a matter of anticipation. Oh well, in condensed form, here were the main points:
>Three terms down, one to go. I will graduate and start my work commitment in August. (Assuming I pass all my licensing exams.)
>I can't wait to actually have a little money. Well, by my standards, it will be more money than I have ever seen in my life. Dare I even think the words, "save for surgery?"
>...But before I start saving, I still have at least $1,200 worth of electrolysis that I have been putting off due to lack of funds. (It hurts like nothing I've ever felt before, but what can I do? I think of it as a tranny right of passage.)
>And speaking of tranny rights of passage, August will also represent my first full year of living--almost entirely--full-time.
>The paperwork is all filled out. As soon as I come up with $180 for the court processing fee, and spend a day waiting around at the courthouse, my name change will become official!
>I have been to not less than five friends' weddings/commitment ceremonies this year... And I just keep on fighting the good fight for unattached people everywhere. But still, what do ya do when every body else is coupled. It's nauseating I tell you. (What's worse, a couple of them are now pregnant!)
We'll call that the condensed version.
Until next year, peace, love, etc., etc., etc.,
Q
But here is the odd thing... It seems that, despite the passage of 13 months, there is nothing very specific to report. It's mostly all a matter of anticipation. Oh well, in condensed form, here were the main points:
>Three terms down, one to go. I will graduate and start my work commitment in August. (Assuming I pass all my licensing exams.)
>I can't wait to actually have a little money. Well, by my standards, it will be more money than I have ever seen in my life. Dare I even think the words, "save for surgery?"
>...But before I start saving, I still have at least $1,200 worth of electrolysis that I have been putting off due to lack of funds. (It hurts like nothing I've ever felt before, but what can I do? I think of it as a tranny right of passage.)
>And speaking of tranny rights of passage, August will also represent my first full year of living--almost entirely--full-time.
>The paperwork is all filled out. As soon as I come up with $180 for the court processing fee, and spend a day waiting around at the courthouse, my name change will become official!
>I have been to not less than five friends' weddings/commitment ceremonies this year... And I just keep on fighting the good fight for unattached people everywhere. But still, what do ya do when every body else is coupled. It's nauseating I tell you. (What's worse, a couple of them are now pregnant!)
We'll call that the condensed version.
Until next year, peace, love, etc., etc., etc.,
Q
Four months... seems like time for a new update.
It's tricky, trying to be all ready to start a new program at school by the end of May as still trying to get all the overtime that I can at work. Somewhere along the way I seem to have fallen seriously behind the ball. In particular, making up for having lived in outdated work uniforms for the last year-and-a-half.
SHOPPING SUCKS. Hmm... That doesn't sound very girly at all. Fuck it, it still sucks. The only thing worse is makeup. I'm still procrastinating on that one.
On the [way, way] up side, I nearly had an orgasm right there and then when I finally turned in my notice at work. Oh, oh, oh, yes, yeeees... almost wanted a smoke afterward.
In other news, I've been trying to grow a catnip plant in the courtyard, but somebody just keeps eating it all. [Julio, I'm looking in your direction.] So, I try setting the pot up on the table. In hindsight I can't imagine how I thought this was going to help. In less than twenty minutes I hear a crash, and look out to see the pot smashed all over patio ground. Guess I'll have to try it inside
Peace and Love,
Q
It's tricky, trying to be all ready to start a new program at school by the end of May as still trying to get all the overtime that I can at work. Somewhere along the way I seem to have fallen seriously behind the ball. In particular, making up for having lived in outdated work uniforms for the last year-and-a-half.
SHOPPING SUCKS. Hmm... That doesn't sound very girly at all. Fuck it, it still sucks. The only thing worse is makeup. I'm still procrastinating on that one. On the [way, way] up side, I nearly had an orgasm right there and then when I finally turned in my notice at work. Oh, oh, oh, yes, yeeees... almost wanted a smoke afterward.
In other news, I've been trying to grow a catnip plant in the courtyard, but somebody just keeps eating it all. [Julio, I'm looking in your direction.] So, I try setting the pot up on the table. In hindsight I can't imagine how I thought this was going to help. In less than twenty minutes I hear a crash, and look out to see the pot smashed all over patio ground. Guess I'll have to try it inside
Peace and Love,
Q
Ahh, thank God. I get to work on Christmas! Sure I get paid double time, but more importantly, I get to miss dinner with all my mother's nasty relatives, most of whom are still too uncomfortable with me to make actual eye contact. I just feel a little guilty for leaving my mother alone with them. (Though, I can't wait to hear her tell me about the earnest, hand-ringing conversations they will try to have with her, regarding me and [whispered in hushed tones] "the girl thing.")
Here's to New Years!
Here's to New Years!
I have nothing to say. It seems incomprehensible, but yet somehow I felt this coming. Its a horrible feeling to have so much distrust and resentment toward "my" country (at least one of my countries). But I think I'm justified. After all, it was resentment and fury toward people like me (perhaps you too) that has put us where we are today.
That''s it. I have nothing more to say.
That''s it. I have nothing more to say.
Ahhh, shit... I really should be better at updating this thing. Not that I can claim that my life to all that thrilling--school, work, sleep...that's about it. And, oh yah, electrolysis still SUCKS--and I go again tomorrow.
How can you not love this? Beautiful T girls are great, but one that is also a cover girl for menstral pads... Now, that's post-modern sublime.
[I am pretty sure I'm in love.]
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[I am pretty sure I'm in love.]
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OK, Damn it. I've had SG for almost a year now, but have never actually gotten around to putting anything up. I think its about damn time I really spend some time looking around the site and participating like one should. And happy new year!
Q
P.S. In the interests of full disclosure: If you are going to be too technical about it, then, technically, this picture is not of me, as such... But a tranny girl can dream.
P.P.S. I LOVE not celebrating christmas. Ya eat Chinese, go to a flick, and watch all the nutso "Christians" run around like chickens with their heads cut off. (he, he.) I just do New Years.
Q
P.S. In the interests of full disclosure: If you are going to be too technical about it, then, technically, this picture is not of me, as such... But a tranny girl can dream.
P.P.S. I LOVE not celebrating christmas. Ya eat Chinese, go to a flick, and watch all the nutso "Christians" run around like chickens with their heads cut off. (he, he.) I just do New Years.
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