my quarterly post
dusty_chenille LJ "nudged" me and basically said I am lame, because I haven't posted here in 15 weeks. Well, it's pretty much true. I tend to write more when I'm feeling sorry for myself, so I haven't had much motivation lately.
I'm totally guilty of getting preoccupied and absorbed with my relationship.... when you find something you never thought you could have, that you didn't think was possible, it's easy to go zipping off into the ether. I have a once in a lifetime thing, and I am very aware of this. This is it for me. If I mess this up, I will be alone for the rest of my life because nothing else would ever begin to measure up.
I carry on way too much about it, and i probably bore people and make them sick.
That said, I'm getting nervous about my job thing. I have a nice year contract at a $100 billion corporation, which has been a really good thing for me. My contract is up in July though, which means I have to do the resume thing and the interview thing and all that junk. Which I hate. And I really like what I do, so it's going to suck to have to find something else. Plus I have nothing at all to wear, because anything that is decent quality work clothes is too big now...
I'm gearing myself up for a ginormous springtime stuff-purge. I found out that if you call the City, they will send you a truck and you can load it up and they will haul it off, just like that. I have to go though my whole garage, which has turned into a storage pod attached to my house, and clear that sucker out. And I'm getting rid of any furniture, or anything else I don't think is baseline essential. It takes me a while to build the internal momentum to do this, but once I set to it, it'll happen fast. And I'm almost there.
I have to take my little black cat, Jealous Livermore to the vet. Again. that big fuzzyass motherfucker tomcat next door attacks her every time she gets out. Last month she almost lost an eye... this weekend he did something to her leg.... horrible. the 2 women that own that fuckface cat are a couple, who live 2 houses down. you'd think they'd be nice to me... they yelled at me for letting my dog out the other day. I was tempted to go bang on their door with a handful of vet bills to wave in their face. trying to talk to them is pointless, the damn cat's name is on the license plate of their car... this is what I'm dealing with.
Anyway, hopefully I'll be out of this neighborhood in a few months anyway, but I guess I can't count on that with the housing market like it is.
must go lay down now.. i just ate a pice of bread pudding the size of my head.
I'm totally guilty of getting preoccupied and absorbed with my relationship.... when you find something you never thought you could have, that you didn't think was possible, it's easy to go zipping off into the ether. I have a once in a lifetime thing, and I am very aware of this. This is it for me. If I mess this up, I will be alone for the rest of my life because nothing else would ever begin to measure up.
I carry on way too much about it, and i probably bore people and make them sick.
That said, I'm getting nervous about my job thing. I have a nice year contract at a $100 billion corporation, which has been a really good thing for me. My contract is up in July though, which means I have to do the resume thing and the interview thing and all that junk. Which I hate. And I really like what I do, so it's going to suck to have to find something else. Plus I have nothing at all to wear, because anything that is decent quality work clothes is too big now...
I'm gearing myself up for a ginormous springtime stuff-purge. I found out that if you call the City, they will send you a truck and you can load it up and they will haul it off, just like that. I have to go though my whole garage, which has turned into a storage pod attached to my house, and clear that sucker out. And I'm getting rid of any furniture, or anything else I don't think is baseline essential. It takes me a while to build the internal momentum to do this, but once I set to it, it'll happen fast. And I'm almost there.
I have to take my little black cat, Jealous Livermore to the vet. Again. that big fuzzyass motherfucker tomcat next door attacks her every time she gets out. Last month she almost lost an eye... this weekend he did something to her leg.... horrible. the 2 women that own that fuckface cat are a couple, who live 2 houses down. you'd think they'd be nice to me... they yelled at me for letting my dog out the other day. I was tempted to go bang on their door with a handful of vet bills to wave in their face. trying to talk to them is pointless, the damn cat's name is on the license plate of their car... this is what I'm dealing with.
Anyway, hopefully I'll be out of this neighborhood in a few months anyway, but I guess I can't count on that with the housing market like it is.
must go lay down now.. i just ate a pice of bread pudding the size of my head.