I thought you were the sweetest kill-- could I even know?
Six years, man.
My LJ turned six years old last week. I think six years of doing something-- anything, even something as ridiculously self-aggrandizing as the bitch&wine blogging I'm known for-- with some regularity is worth at least mentioning. Maybe it's because I recognize one of my biggest weaknesses is my penchant for abandoning projects uncompleted, out of boredom or frustration. This has been constant. It's good. I like that.
Yesterday evening my boss comes down, pats me on the shoulder and asks if I have a minute. He sits me down and jumps into a speech that really does sound like he's about to fire my ass, then takes a left turn and tells me he's giving me a 40% raise and a bonus for 100% of my current salary, which I will be paid at the end of the month. This is after a month of me feeling particularly unproductive and missing a bunch of days by having fallen victim to the Argentinean winter. It doesn't make a lot of sense, but I'll take it. Money makes me happier than it probably should.
I wonder what it says about modern cinema that "Toy Story 3" is the most emotionally affecting movie of the year so far.
The last few weeks have been really... American? I don't mean that as a bad thing. My good friend Rease just made an epic move from her city of St Louis to Buenos Aires, so I've been hanging out with her a lot. I know the first couple of weeks after making such a big move are important, so I'm trying to be there for her as much as I possibly can. Still, I can't help but think what a horribly daunting ordeal it must be to move to a brand new city and the only person you know is... me. Jorge, who still gets lost in the subway after five years of living here. Anyway, she seems to be adjusting wonderfully and might be navigating the city better than I do within a couple weeks.
I had one of those strange moments where the internet and real life collide when my good online friend Will came down to Buenos Aires. I met him and his friend Isaac at the airport and what followed was a week of drinking, eating and generally living it up. It's nice switching back to tourist mode every once in a while. Anyway, Will met a few of my friends and because of his visit our Mutual Friends on Facebook is a really scary amalgam of real life and... internet.
Amina has left Buenos Aires to start a new and exciting life in the District of Columbia and I am left a heartbroken mess. That girl is incredibly sweet and kind and wonderful. I'll miss her terribly as I add one more to the list of women contributing to my abandonment complex.
And to end this already embarrassingly mopey update, I miss Flor. I miss her a lot.
I'm listening to an Okkervil River song.
This is not a good choice.
My LJ turned six years old last week. I think six years of doing something-- anything, even something as ridiculously self-aggrandizing as the bitch&wine blogging I'm known for-- with some regularity is worth at least mentioning. Maybe it's because I recognize one of my biggest weaknesses is my penchant for abandoning projects uncompleted, out of boredom or frustration. This has been constant. It's good. I like that.
Yesterday evening my boss comes down, pats me on the shoulder and asks if I have a minute. He sits me down and jumps into a speech that really does sound like he's about to fire my ass, then takes a left turn and tells me he's giving me a 40% raise and a bonus for 100% of my current salary, which I will be paid at the end of the month. This is after a month of me feeling particularly unproductive and missing a bunch of days by having fallen victim to the Argentinean winter. It doesn't make a lot of sense, but I'll take it. Money makes me happier than it probably should.
I wonder what it says about modern cinema that "Toy Story 3" is the most emotionally affecting movie of the year so far.
The last few weeks have been really... American? I don't mean that as a bad thing. My good friend Rease just made an epic move from her city of St Louis to Buenos Aires, so I've been hanging out with her a lot. I know the first couple of weeks after making such a big move are important, so I'm trying to be there for her as much as I possibly can. Still, I can't help but think what a horribly daunting ordeal it must be to move to a brand new city and the only person you know is... me. Jorge, who still gets lost in the subway after five years of living here. Anyway, she seems to be adjusting wonderfully and might be navigating the city better than I do within a couple weeks.
I had one of those strange moments where the internet and real life collide when my good online friend Will came down to Buenos Aires. I met him and his friend Isaac at the airport and what followed was a week of drinking, eating and generally living it up. It's nice switching back to tourist mode every once in a while. Anyway, Will met a few of my friends and because of his visit our Mutual Friends on Facebook is a really scary amalgam of real life and... internet.
Amina has left Buenos Aires to start a new and exciting life in the District of Columbia and I am left a heartbroken mess. That girl is incredibly sweet and kind and wonderful. I'll miss her terribly as I add one more to the list of women contributing to my abandonment complex.
And to end this already embarrassingly mopey update, I miss Flor. I miss her a lot.
I'm listening to an Okkervil River song.
This is not a good choice.