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reading back on my friend's journals really makes me miss livejournal. it just seems so much more personable than facebook, where everyone's too damn busy broadcasting what they eat and when they poop and trying to outdo everyone else on how "perfect" their lives are (when in reality their lives are probably just as boring and dull and frustrating as mine and everyone else's on the fucking planet are). it's ridiculous and frustrating, so i deleted mine a couple of months ago and came back here in hopes that some of my friends still put forth the effort into updating once in a while (thank goodness for vikkilynn, because she does and i've always loved reading what she has to say). of course i still read up on all of the communities i belong to, but my silly little pea brain finds that seeing someone update who i've been friends with for quite some time is much more engaging and interesting. maybe, HOPEFULLY, livejournal will pick back up at some point and return to it's former greatness (probably not, but i can hope, right?).
in any event, as for my own update- i really don't have much to go on considering how boring and lame i am (as previously referenced above). i don't do much outside of go to work and sit on my ass at home; i've been in therapy for almost a year now for both my previous issues with drinking (aka drinking 24/7) and my eating disorder (aka either eating/puking or not eating at all 24/7), and i've been seriously blessed with an amazing, caring therapist and i've met a lot of supportive, wonderful people through my group sessions. goodness knows it's been very hard and uncomfortable for me at times, since it's so hard for me to allow myself to get close enough to people to actually open up to them; couple that with the fact that i spent however many years making it a habit to numb myself to people and outside problems/annoyances/pain/anger/happiness/basically everything with both alcohol and huge issues with food, and yeah- i had a lot of re-wiring to do in my brain (which is putting it mildly), that's for sure. but i guess i finally wanted to get better; i was exhausted of being so sick and unhappy. i was exhausted from hurting the people that care for me, but most of all? i was super exhausted from hurting myself.
anyway, all of that aside (even though it's obviously a good thing that i've been taking healthy strides and making positive changes in my life, it still has a morbid underlying tone to all of it for some weird reason) and moving along- i adopted a new puppy a couple of months ago, so i've got that going for me. his name is Patton, and he's a wrinkly, goofy, lovable "ba-shar" (one of his parents was a shar pei and decided to get horny with the other which happened to be a basset hound- and yes, i'm aware of just how oddball of a mix that is):
i know he looks slightly depressed in that picture, but i assure you he's not- he was just tired the day i took that, thanks to the fact that we had just spent a good portion of the day goofing off in the park.
one of the guys i work with (i call him Cleveland because he looks like a real life version of the character from Family Guy) just ventured off to forage for donuts for everyone in the office, so i have that to look forward to. he randomly brought me a couple of hot dogs for lunch a few days ago too, which was random and unexpected but very thoughtful and appreciated, even though i hate hot dogs because they give me the runs for some reason unknown to mankind.
i guess i'll wrap this up for now, especially since i have a pile of paperwork sitting on my desk that needs to be entered into our system before my boss actually takes note of how long it's taken me to get around to it. oops.
if anyone on my friend's list actually still farts around on this thing or gets bored enough to actually read this post, please know that you were in my thoughts, and i hope you've all been well!
in any event, as for my own update- i really don't have much to go on considering how boring and lame i am (as previously referenced above). i don't do much outside of go to work and sit on my ass at home; i've been in therapy for almost a year now for both my previous issues with drinking (aka drinking 24/7) and my eating disorder (aka either eating/puking or not eating at all 24/7), and i've been seriously blessed with an amazing, caring therapist and i've met a lot of supportive, wonderful people through my group sessions. goodness knows it's been very hard and uncomfortable for me at times, since it's so hard for me to allow myself to get close enough to people to actually open up to them; couple that with the fact that i spent however many years making it a habit to numb myself to people and outside problems/annoyances/pain/anger/happiness/basically everything with both alcohol and huge issues with food, and yeah- i had a lot of re-wiring to do in my brain (which is putting it mildly), that's for sure. but i guess i finally wanted to get better; i was exhausted of being so sick and unhappy. i was exhausted from hurting the people that care for me, but most of all? i was super exhausted from hurting myself.
anyway, all of that aside (even though it's obviously a good thing that i've been taking healthy strides and making positive changes in my life, it still has a morbid underlying tone to all of it for some weird reason) and moving along- i adopted a new puppy a couple of months ago, so i've got that going for me. his name is Patton, and he's a wrinkly, goofy, lovable "ba-shar" (one of his parents was a shar pei and decided to get horny with the other which happened to be a basset hound- and yes, i'm aware of just how oddball of a mix that is):
i know he looks slightly depressed in that picture, but i assure you he's not- he was just tired the day i took that, thanks to the fact that we had just spent a good portion of the day goofing off in the park.
one of the guys i work with (i call him Cleveland because he looks like a real life version of the character from Family Guy) just ventured off to forage for donuts for everyone in the office, so i have that to look forward to. he randomly brought me a couple of hot dogs for lunch a few days ago too, which was random and unexpected but very thoughtful and appreciated, even though i hate hot dogs because they give me the runs for some reason unknown to mankind.
i guess i'll wrap this up for now, especially since i have a pile of paperwork sitting on my desk that needs to be entered into our system before my boss actually takes note of how long it's taken me to get around to it. oops.
if anyone on my friend's list actually still farts around on this thing or gets bored enough to actually read this post, please know that you were in my thoughts, and i hope you've all been well!