we move lightly
hello livejournal.
it is the middle of the night and i am holidaying in west virginia and full of wine and stars.
it's okay, i am coming back to you soon.
i have been in a deeply deeply terrible headspace for some time (gueeeeess who lost insurance and therefore medication when she turned twenty-one? NO, YOU SHOULD GUESS; can get free clinic when I have a job; have acquired job but have not yet worked said job so that's a thing that is ongoing) and livejournal kind of means INTROSPECTION which is bad when introspection is the thing you least want to do in all of the world after the dishes and killing in cold blood.
and then stories build up and i get all guilt-complexy and then i realise i don't have as many stories as i thought i did and my life is in the same stagnant place it was when i was eighteen so. that. um.
anyway i will tell you all about my goings-on soon when it is not the middle of the night, and try to be a real blogger again because i miss you lot. and your lives. and intersecting. i will tell you about the duck, and the ya fantasy trilogy that has possessed me (and its dubious origins), and my new job (if i ever get to go to it), and well i cannot think of much else really because as i said everything is kind of upsettingly uneventful but i can make stuff up, because i am good at that.
(aaaaack my paid account needs renewing what is all this nonsense about ads get off my screen i am trying to type.)
anyway. hi. i'm definitely not dead.
it is the middle of the night and i am holidaying in west virginia and full of wine and stars.
it's okay, i am coming back to you soon.
i have been in a deeply deeply terrible headspace for some time (gueeeeess who lost insurance and therefore medication when she turned twenty-one? NO, YOU SHOULD GUESS; can get free clinic when I have a job; have acquired job but have not yet worked said job so that's a thing that is ongoing) and livejournal kind of means INTROSPECTION which is bad when introspection is the thing you least want to do in all of the world after the dishes and killing in cold blood.
and then stories build up and i get all guilt-complexy and then i realise i don't have as many stories as i thought i did and my life is in the same stagnant place it was when i was eighteen so. that. um.
anyway i will tell you all about my goings-on soon when it is not the middle of the night, and try to be a real blogger again because i miss you lot. and your lives. and intersecting. i will tell you about the duck, and the ya fantasy trilogy that has possessed me (and its dubious origins), and my new job (if i ever get to go to it), and well i cannot think of much else really because as i said everything is kind of upsettingly uneventful but i can make stuff up, because i am good at that.
(aaaaack my paid account needs renewing what is all this nonsense about ads get off my screen i am trying to type.)
anyway. hi. i'm definitely not dead.