This evening my little brother came over and we fed him and spent too much time looking up videos on YouTube of various insects killing each other. Including mantises eating humming birds and snakes and fucking INSANE killer hornets in Japan demolishing honey bee hives. Then we discussed at great length what the best way to kill a mouse if you ( Read more... )

Thanksgiving in San Diego... IT WAS HOT AND DRY AS ALL FUCK. If I'd gotten up earlier, I seriously would have considered going to the BEACH today. It was at least 85 degrees with the sun beating down ( Read more... )

Hot DAMN what a weekend! Writing from the airport/plane on my way home now. It's weird because I literally cannot remember the last time I traveled alone.

Washington DC is really incredible. I don't consider myself particularly patriotic but I do have an intense respect and appreciation for history and this is definitely a city full of it.

( Photos with recap beneath cut. Beware killer fuck your face fish. )

I thought somehow a few years ago that I had escaped the way my family can sometimes make me feel. Helpless, angry. In the last few months, that feeling has morphed into something that can instantly make me feel on the verge of a complete and utter meltdown. At the moment, I am barely, barely holding it together ( Read more... )

So this weekend was really, really good. It was exactly what I needed. On friday I was a WRECK and I didn't really realize it until I left Jess at home and made a trip to the grocery store. Stopping working and letting my mind wander -- in the Vons in Carlsbad where the sanctity of marriage people hang out.... my brain just started spinning out of ( Read more... )

Fantastic. Why did I think that was a good idea? I called my mother on my way to get lunch to share with her the good news about the lift on the marriage ban. Her response ( Read more... )

My mother sent me a birthday card because we haven't had a chance to actually celebrate my birthday with my family. She addressed the card to Kim "Dusty Jack" Smith. I almost started crying at the mailbox.

Here's the problem with being in sales but not being necessarily *greedy*: When I reach the weekly goal I set for myself, my drive fucking DIES. Because I'm making considerably more money than I ever have, I get to a point where I'm like "Meh..." But then each monday, it starts over. I imagine with time, my expectations of myself will climb higher ( Read more... )