My dear, sweet, lovely old kitties fell ill this weekend. They are gone now ( Read more... )

So.... some of my friends have this "post where we met" meme going on. I don't really care for that sort of thing; I know where I met my friends, or how each of you wound up on my flist. I did post on some of those memes for them, though ( Read more... )

So today my mother unleashed a mini-tirade about the evils of The Simpsons - how they're gross, they're idiots, they're losers, they should be banned from television and its a crime that this new movie is primed to make them into role models, blah blah blah ( Read more... )

Okay, so my life is not a sweeping triumph of the arts, a tragedy to be forever etched into the cultural milieu. But I *did* want to be an opera singer when I was a little girl. That was when I was maybe five. I was cured of that notion relatively quickly, in favor of wanting to be a famous archaeologist (and even found buried treasure once, in ( Read more... )

I started a post-dated entry with a list of topics I'd like to write/rant about. It's a little annoying, because LJ gets momentarily confused by it. But it's also excruciatingly revealing ( Read more... )

on my post from yesterday, "The Kids Aren't OK." I commented on shooting up high school. One of the fucked up things that happened with this is that, shortly after the Columbine massacre, the term "Trenchcoat Mafia" came around. The strange reaction to this was an attempt to ban kids from wearing trenchcoats to school ( Read more... )

First, let me say that I think some forms of therapy are useful, if for no other reason than they are comforting to the recipient. And that psychiatric medication has its place - it's just often used inappropriately, and that's driven in large part by marketing and the way our current health care system works. This is also primarily based on ( Read more... )

that I've changed my journal's title and theme. It's temporary (seriously, the theme is puke green and chosen to go with a silly Monty Python reference) and was done primarily to amuse myself during an extra boring moment at work ( Read more... )

Somewhere along the line I stopped being fabulous. There's a certain amount of truth in the idea that being fabulous eventually gets to be too much work. I did okay at being fabulous during the times that I was only working one job and had a core group of friends to encourage me to lead and to be self assured and to sparkle ( Read more... )

new music in ages and ages. Money's tight. Money's ALWAYS tight. But $15 is a tiny price for a little bit of personal renewal. I have a $20 bill stashed in my wallet, and I think I'll get off the bus at Market and blow it on music ( Read more... )