Shoplifters of the world...unite and take over
Apparently the server at work hates it when I post updates from here, so I figure I'll give it one more try before abandoning all hope for awhile.
Lately I've been grappling with some health issues, some brain issues, some money issues... I think I'll be okay now, though. I'll drink to moving on. I have pills, ointments, creams, and chapstick.
I am a firm believer in the Oxford comma.
The process of belief in relocation is work.
The process of belief is work, these photographs are proof.
Dammit, I'm trying.
It could be worse.
Antihistamine dreams are so weird. Like dreams about Tony weird. Well that's an exaggeration, but I totally had a dream starring the English Mafia last night. Nothing out of the ordinary, but its been awhile since I dreamed about anybody I knew personally. I'll think about any implications this could have later.
On Sunday, I watched the Oscars. It was the first time in ages I had watched an awards show of any magnitude. I gotta say, that shit felt good. Like realizing you can still fit clothes from high school good. Getting free syrup from the barista good. It helped that I was swapping snarky texts with my equally snarky boyfriend.
Kristalynn on her current employment: "Sometimes I help. Sometimes I want to help people die. Sometimes I want to help myself die. Oh the joys of higher education."
I have a face again. It's lovely. Having a face again, not necessarily the actual face.
Plan B for relocation is back in effect: home, work, gone in time for Lollapalooza.
I need to posess mc chris is dead.
so is my life.
xoxo
Xlynn
Lately I've been grappling with some health issues, some brain issues, some money issues... I think I'll be okay now, though. I'll drink to moving on. I have pills, ointments, creams, and chapstick.
I am a firm believer in the Oxford comma.
The process of belief in relocation is work.
The process of belief is work, these photographs are proof.
Dammit, I'm trying.
It could be worse.
Antihistamine dreams are so weird. Like dreams about Tony weird. Well that's an exaggeration, but I totally had a dream starring the English Mafia last night. Nothing out of the ordinary, but its been awhile since I dreamed about anybody I knew personally. I'll think about any implications this could have later.
On Sunday, I watched the Oscars. It was the first time in ages I had watched an awards show of any magnitude. I gotta say, that shit felt good. Like realizing you can still fit clothes from high school good. Getting free syrup from the barista good. It helped that I was swapping snarky texts with my equally snarky boyfriend.
Kristalynn on her current employment: "Sometimes I help. Sometimes I want to help people die. Sometimes I want to help myself die. Oh the joys of higher education."
I have a face again. It's lovely. Having a face again, not necessarily the actual face.
Plan B for relocation is back in effect: home, work, gone in time for Lollapalooza.
I need to posess mc chris is dead.
so is my life.
xoxo
Xlynn