I feel sad and stressed and completely overwhelmed ( Read more... )

Woke up this morning with what I can only describe as a crushing sadness in my heart and spent three-quarters of my shower crying. I know it's because of the dream I woke up from: back in my grandmother's apartment like, now (years after she passed), with my cousin and my mom (of all people), and trying to reclaim some of her stuff that was, ( Read more... )

There's been a shitton of real life shit lately that's been getting to me, and so, it seems necessary to purge before we carry on with our usual fangirling and other related musings.

( cut for stupid, semi-drunken emo rambling. )

I started out this day determined. I woke from a wonderful dream -- my first in many, many months -- about being all relationshippy and not-alone, and moved in the shower from there to thinking about actually coming out at work. I had worked out how I was going to do it, too, what I'd say to my (awesome-but-unfriendly-to-the-gays) boss and ( Read more... )

There are SO many things I've wanted to write about these last few days ( Read more... )

I've been awfully quiet lately, here, and I don't really have much of an excuse for that. I feel a little bit like I should try to play catchup, but I don't think that'll really work so well. It's mostly because I've got about a million things I want to say, want to write about, but that's tying my tongue (or fingers, I guess) just as much as ( Read more... )

The last few days have been hectic and emotionally draining ( Read more... )

• Finished season 3 of One Tree Hill, and am now a little desperate for season 4. However, I also need at some point to grab the first season of My Boys, to watch the AbFab dvd I have from Netflix, to watch the movies I've downloaded over the last few days, and to finally rewatch Saved! and Empire Records, like I've wanted to do for a while now. Man ( Read more... )

Vacation's almost over, and all I'll say about it for right now is that I suddenly feel like there're enough thoughts back in my head to write a freakin' book ( Read more... )

You know what's difficult, in the cold of night (like now, of course)? When I get inside my head and start asking the "chicken or egg" question. Not about chickens or eggs, mind you, but about my own life ( Read more... )