Brief interlude
Hi!
I'm not dead. In fact, I'm doing well. The condo is lovely. My heath is improving. My job is shit-crazy and I'm realizing how much I love it. Branden isn't quite so enamored with the job or the condo, but we go about these things differently. I hate that sometimes.
My father and I totally jerry-rigged my brake pedal after the rubber grommit on the lever disintegrated and caused the brake lights to remain lit. We used a metal clip and duct tape. All is well in the universe.
For the first time in a year, I love my friends. I mean, I love them with wreckless abandon. I feel like I can proudly display the "My Friends Kick Ass" sticker. I'm going to miss them so much when we leave for Seattle. Thinking of it brings me to tears. A year ago, I was desperate to leave everyone in Ohio behind. Now I don't want to imagine being without them.
Cable TV has introduced me to the National Geographic Channel, and allowed a reaquanitence with Discovery, TLC, Animal Planet, and the endless reruns of ST:TNG on TNT. Ah, nerdity.
I'm becoming someone new. Or maybe I'm discovering someone I used to be. I can't really say much about her yet, other than that she works very hard for what she wants. I'm taking up an old friendship with the challenge of life. It's been a long, long time.
Oh, and I fell in love with Revolutionary Girl Utena, but only the last ten or fifteen episodes. The series is great and all, but the endgame is the best.
I'm not online very often and thus not keeping up on my friends list at all. If you need me to know something important about your life and your world, please e-mail me. Or better yet, call me up. And if you need my contact info, just shoot me a reply.
I miss you, too. You're hawt.
I'm not dead. In fact, I'm doing well. The condo is lovely. My heath is improving. My job is shit-crazy and I'm realizing how much I love it. Branden isn't quite so enamored with the job or the condo, but we go about these things differently. I hate that sometimes.
My father and I totally jerry-rigged my brake pedal after the rubber grommit on the lever disintegrated and caused the brake lights to remain lit. We used a metal clip and duct tape. All is well in the universe.
For the first time in a year, I love my friends. I mean, I love them with wreckless abandon. I feel like I can proudly display the "My Friends Kick Ass" sticker. I'm going to miss them so much when we leave for Seattle. Thinking of it brings me to tears. A year ago, I was desperate to leave everyone in Ohio behind. Now I don't want to imagine being without them.
Cable TV has introduced me to the National Geographic Channel, and allowed a reaquanitence with Discovery, TLC, Animal Planet, and the endless reruns of ST:TNG on TNT. Ah, nerdity.
I'm becoming someone new. Or maybe I'm discovering someone I used to be. I can't really say much about her yet, other than that she works very hard for what she wants. I'm taking up an old friendship with the challenge of life. It's been a long, long time.
Oh, and I fell in love with Revolutionary Girl Utena, but only the last ten or fifteen episodes. The series is great and all, but the endgame is the best.
I'm not online very often and thus not keeping up on my friends list at all. If you need me to know something important about your life and your world, please e-mail me. Or better yet, call me up. And if you need my contact info, just shoot me a reply.
I miss you, too. You're hawt.