Oh, hello!
This isn't my first time. That was back in 2001. Fact is, I've had a few different journals on this here site in the last decade. Woo boy! The last of them was around for...a while. Too long, in fact. It's been deleted...soon to be purged. Huzzah! Let the bitching of seven years go the way of...where bitching goes. Away.
Not that I won't bitch here. But I may try not too quite as much. Perhaps. Ya dig?
I borrowed my mom's laptop till Sunday. On Tuesday I get to get my own newish one from the gouge to own place. Siiiiigh. But! Heck yeah. There's been this unfortunate series of computer events in my life. A bit of a plague against my technology. I'd much like for that to stop now. And being insured as I pay through the nose...good, yes? I am already feeling some buyers remorse even though I can't have it till Tuesday...but, it's September...Autumn's introduction.
Winter is around the corner. Facing a winter without a good computer is a horrifying prospect. Damn. So...not gonna. Last winter was brutal. Scarred for life off it, frankly.
Last night I started playing sims on FB. The fun bit was wooing my real life boyfriend's sim. Oddly...not as easy as I'd have it be. Hmmph...he did the hard work...accidentaly. His comp was doing a lag thing and his clicks were going crazy and...we hit it off by magic. Nice. We're dating now. We're daters.
So...uh. Starting a new one of these things is fun and a little difficult. I'm trying to remember so many usernames. Friends...I'll find ya. :P I felt a bit bad for not doing this the other way, starting then deleting the old. But...it had to go. I was allergic to the old one. True facts. I still think this site may be deadening, but perhaps the issue is more the locks on posts than the overall interest? Worth seeing what happens without locks, in any case.
Hallmark channel showes Little House in the early AM. The oldest sister is going blind again. I feel her plight, slightly, and probably not really. I do need new glasses though. And oh my fucking god...I have had to do the pull it close then far thing to find that perfect reading length. Old eyes? Dryer eyes? Astigmatism? Just...old.
Fucking thirities and shit. I love it though. Not that my body is dumb, but the other aspects of being in my 3rd decade. Okay, not all. I get annoyed when songs I totally jam to show up on the oldies station. That's just rude. But say, I feel more comfortable being me. Even though me is a bit...off from the norm, we'll say. Normal? Doesn't exist. But I'm loud about it. I have discussions with myself all day long, regardless of where I am. And...I enjoy what I have to say. Sometimes. So. Yeah.
My days are spent mostly at home. A small apartment where I reside with the Bman and the cat. The cat was just chasing something and I couldn't tell if it was alive or a toy, but it seemed kinda alive and I'm twitchy now. Last night Bman likened the cat to Randal from Ugly Americans. I can see that. He's an ass. And where does he hide in this small ass place? He goes away when he wants, without leaving...and we cannot find him. It's mind boggling. We have searched high and low in this seriously not kidding small space and he is not found if he doesn't want to be. Cats.
Women are I am a lot like a cat. Without a fantastic hiding ability. And I kinda wanna pounce on the birds right now just so they'll all go away and shut the fuck up. Chirping so early in the morning. Assholes.
Bman and I just celebrated our 5 year anniversary. Fist pump. His name starts with a B, and when I draw him theres's a B on his stick figure's cape. Cause he's super. Last night I found out that in my insecurity I accuse him of having more fun than he ever does. Interesting. He seems mighty frustrated. Stress. He works usually 6 days a week. If he does get two days off in one week they rarely are touching days. Man needs a vacation. He needs serious relaxing time and stuff too.
Relaxing is what I mostly do all the time. It's my favorite.
It's been forever since I pulled an all nighter at a computer. Mmm mm good.
Not that I won't bitch here. But I may try not too quite as much. Perhaps. Ya dig?
I borrowed my mom's laptop till Sunday. On Tuesday I get to get my own newish one from the gouge to own place. Siiiiigh. But! Heck yeah. There's been this unfortunate series of computer events in my life. A bit of a plague against my technology. I'd much like for that to stop now. And being insured as I pay through the nose...good, yes? I am already feeling some buyers remorse even though I can't have it till Tuesday...but, it's September...Autumn's introduction.
Winter is around the corner. Facing a winter without a good computer is a horrifying prospect. Damn. So...not gonna. Last winter was brutal. Scarred for life off it, frankly.
Last night I started playing sims on FB. The fun bit was wooing my real life boyfriend's sim. Oddly...not as easy as I'd have it be. Hmmph...he did the hard work...accidentaly. His comp was doing a lag thing and his clicks were going crazy and...we hit it off by magic. Nice. We're dating now. We're daters.
So...uh. Starting a new one of these things is fun and a little difficult. I'm trying to remember so many usernames. Friends...I'll find ya. :P I felt a bit bad for not doing this the other way, starting then deleting the old. But...it had to go. I was allergic to the old one. True facts. I still think this site may be deadening, but perhaps the issue is more the locks on posts than the overall interest? Worth seeing what happens without locks, in any case.
Hallmark channel showes Little House in the early AM. The oldest sister is going blind again. I feel her plight, slightly, and probably not really. I do need new glasses though. And oh my fucking god...I have had to do the pull it close then far thing to find that perfect reading length. Old eyes? Dryer eyes? Astigmatism? Just...old.
Fucking thirities and shit. I love it though. Not that my body is dumb, but the other aspects of being in my 3rd decade. Okay, not all. I get annoyed when songs I totally jam to show up on the oldies station. That's just rude. But say, I feel more comfortable being me. Even though me is a bit...off from the norm, we'll say. Normal? Doesn't exist. But I'm loud about it. I have discussions with myself all day long, regardless of where I am. And...I enjoy what I have to say. Sometimes. So. Yeah.
My days are spent mostly at home. A small apartment where I reside with the Bman and the cat. The cat was just chasing something and I couldn't tell if it was alive or a toy, but it seemed kinda alive and I'm twitchy now. Last night Bman likened the cat to Randal from Ugly Americans. I can see that. He's an ass. And where does he hide in this small ass place? He goes away when he wants, without leaving...and we cannot find him. It's mind boggling. We have searched high and low in this seriously not kidding small space and he is not found if he doesn't want to be. Cats.
Women are I am a lot like a cat. Without a fantastic hiding ability. And I kinda wanna pounce on the birds right now just so they'll all go away and shut the fuck up. Chirping so early in the morning. Assholes.
Bman and I just celebrated our 5 year anniversary. Fist pump. His name starts with a B, and when I draw him theres's a B on his stick figure's cape. Cause he's super. Last night I found out that in my insecurity I accuse him of having more fun than he ever does. Interesting. He seems mighty frustrated. Stress. He works usually 6 days a week. If he does get two days off in one week they rarely are touching days. Man needs a vacation. He needs serious relaxing time and stuff too.
Relaxing is what I mostly do all the time. It's my favorite.
It's been forever since I pulled an all nighter at a computer. Mmm mm good.