as I sit here already toasted from my whiskey and orange juice (believe me, it's better than it sounds), I am pondering what I want to do with the rest of my life ( Read more... )

I'm ready to move on with my life; live with my husband, start planting more vegetables because I know I'll be there to harvest them. Paint my living room. Defend my thesis and be done, degree in hand. Do something new with my career. Have Rafe's career finally take off. Go travel, try new foods. Start up a new hobby, or re-start one. Make plans ( Read more... )

I can't get no ... motivation
I can't get no ... motivation
'cause I try and I try and I try and I try
I can't get no, I can't get no

when I'm staring at my homework
supposed to read this, supposed to write that
and my professor's a jerk,
He tells me that my paper didn't do so well.
I wish it would all just go to hell.
I can't get no, oh no no no.
Hey hey ( Read more... )

Thanks to Megu, the supplier of all things meme ( Read more... )

You may have noticed my frequency of posting has dramatically increased as of late; it honestly is from lack of work to do at actual work. I'm trying not to get used to it.

In my attempt to fill up time, and with our Internet connection at work being sporadic, I have been wondering what I'd much rather be doing than sitting at a computer pretending ( Read more... )

I feel like a slut for asking my friends, or barely near acquaintances, to help out on our house so much this past year, especially since the same 5 people show up every time. But frankly we can't afford to do it without help. And for some reason when Rafe asks he sounds confident, like of course it's a great idea. When I do it I just sound ( Read more... )

For about a half hour this morning, I smelled my grandfather ( Read more... )

It's still hectic here.
I'll let you know when it's done,
Assuming I live.

-B

I know the only reason I'm feeling slightly suicidal/homicidal is because I haven't gotten enough sleep since this quarter began (going on week 6 of 10, I think, or is it 7, shit...), but that knowledge doesn't make me feel much better.

Rafe was really, really sick for his birthday. (HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GEEZER! 26! Ha ha!)
It's cold.
The momentum on the ( Read more... )

As in seeing the old year with 20-20 hindsight.

On this, the official last day of 2007, it is hard for me not to look back at what has occurred (mostly because there’s nothing happening at work and I’m bored). It’s been quite a whirlwind year:

I got married.
I got accepted to grad school.
I turned 25.
I learned a teeny bit of Italian.
I went on a family ( Read more... )