I know, I know. I said once a week. But this one I just couldn't keep to myself ( Read more... )

You know what's truly fucking depressing?

When you look at yourself, and your life, and what you're doing every day, and you realize something: you realize that you're not just "working for the weekend", as they say. You're working for your next fucking fifteen-minute break. You're not even working for the end of the workday! For. Your. Next ( Read more... )

Because, Internet, do you know what I did tonight? I went to the gym. And while that is cool and all, and yes I'm proud of myself for going - especially since I left B&B's early to do it and still ended up procrastinating online for almost an hour but went anyway - I've been to the gym every day this week. And I went four days out of the week ( Read more... )

 Not only is our kitchen a hazmat zone in the normal sense of the word - it's about two days from developing sentience - but now, it's an emotional hazmat zone ( Read more... )

So yesterday, we got fuck-all done.  As I expected.  Damndall.  Hung out, played Guitar Hero for awhile together, watched Die Hard - at his insistence, although it wasn't as bad as I'd expected.  Lots of explosions, some decent one-liners.  Went to bed around 2 or 3 AM, slept until noon ( Read more... )

So, what now?  Boyfriend is off at class, and I have three hours until I have to go pick him up.  I can ( Read more... )