I drove up Tuesday night in order to have Epic Fandom. We gathered back in the Valley like we had done for the past two movies, squeeing over the characters, arguing because we had read the book, and generally giggling too much.
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I am protective and territorial. I am highly pompous and self-righteous. I subscribe to a Box Theory which places people in roles. I expect them to subscribe by their roles. In general, people may not like it, but it's how I roll. It's how I function. It's how I can keep track of what's going on with whom and who I have spoken with. It's ( Read more... )

A minor case of the punies came over me this evening. I did indeed go out last night, after having a particularly hilarious phone conversation with Hunny about the pictures which were posted from the Epic Partay of Epic Drinking. Met up with Orangeade, gallivanted to the bar, drank some whiskey and coke combination, then took him home. I came ( Read more... )

Today has just become more and more of a Fail Day.

First, they fired Dern. Then, Hustla "blew me off" though we're not quite sure of the context. Then, Momma called me a hussy ( Read more... )

I woke up this morning, COMPLETELY confused as to where the hell I was. Last night was the first night I had slept on a couch (not my own by accident, ha) in probably years. I always ended up in bed with a friend, on a futon, or in a funhouse bed that was depleted of air by the morning. Granted, it was a comfy couch and non-back-hurting, but it ( Read more... )

I hate having Catholic guilt. I hate those feelings of "I should Jess up and just do this." I hate the feelings that have been constricting my heart for the past two days. I've been distracting myself with mania, cleaning my apartment, trying to rationalize that he doesn't need to know. It's pointless, innocuous, and I would be more of a ( Read more... )

My life continues to speed up the point where I can't concentrate. I think the snowpocalypse caused life to cease for a long time, then when we could start moving again, it just somewhat en flambe and no one quite knows how to interact. Let me tell you a story, or a series of stories.

WORKWork continues to be a bit of a fail. While finally ( Read more... )

As is typical Jessie fashion, I have been procrastinating in the worst way. I try to do my year in reviews by the end of January, and am coming just under the line. Sometimes, it amazes me I graduated college with my massive ability to procrastinate. Regardless, I decided this weekend, or half of it anyway, would be spent on doing this update. ( Read more... )

And so it starts. When crying in an Irish pub is out of character over bangers and mash. That I become so nauseous, I honestly think I've been poisoned with cinnamon. My stomach just keeps rolling and rolling; it'll be time for Mountain Dew and toast again ( Read more... )

I could be upset about things coming to pass. I could be angry about recent developments, but as a friend said to me tonight, I sound jaded ( Read more... )