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Ah, DW/LJ. Just because I don't post doesn't mean I'm not around - I STILL haven't decided where to blog for good, so there's that. Although I like my Tumblr.
Speaking of Tumblr - my new favorite one ever: Unfuck Your Habitat. It's unbelievably motivating. It's also given me less threatening, more forgiving language to use when I'm facing the chaos that is my home - the house is fucked, and I need to unfuck it. Unfucking is a gradual process, but the best part is that every little bit of unfucking helps. Also quite motivating for homework, so I hear. Go check it out! The person who runs it has the BEST GIFS ever. And that's saying something on Tumblr.
Meridan and I started watching Supernatural. Well, I started, he allowed it to distract him from League of Legends, and now he's even more obsessed than I am. God, I love that show. The men are pretty, and the gore is gory, and the angels are mostly downright SEXY. Oh, Castiel. I heart you.
Suffice to say, our Roku has become our new third partner in the relationship. And every threesome is better than the last, yo. Netflix & Hulu for TV shows & movies, Crunchyroll for anime, Pandora for music to clean to, and Plex for watching things off of our computer on the TV with its fancy media server thing. It's a good thing.
We're working at Emerald City Comic Con this year. I wasn't sure if I wanted to attend, but I still wanted to be part of it, so I figured this was a decent idea. We get in free the whole weekend, and all it requires is a 6 hour shift each day. No biggie. I've done worse at other cons and still had to pay to get in! WTF.
My whole life has become paperwork. Seriously. It's a pain in the ass.
I still miss my mom. Some days I walk out into the backyard with Meena and I look outside and think, there's no way in hell she's actually dead. She's just... gone. Missing. Absent. The overpriced box on the dining room bookshelf would beg to differ, but it's still not real to me. Speaking of boxes, are you aware just how hard it is to decide where to put an urn? Are you also aware that it's just damn weird to have an urn in the house? And you have to be reverent, but you don't want to call attention to it too much - it's fucking weird. Also, I didn't even want the urn. My stepmom bought it, so I'm using it, but what the hell do I do with it after I scatter her ashes this summer? Makes no sense! Why couldn't we just keep the ashes in the box they came in? Jesus.
Yeah. Weird.
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Speaking of Tumblr - my new favorite one ever: Unfuck Your Habitat. It's unbelievably motivating. It's also given me less threatening, more forgiving language to use when I'm facing the chaos that is my home - the house is fucked, and I need to unfuck it. Unfucking is a gradual process, but the best part is that every little bit of unfucking helps. Also quite motivating for homework, so I hear. Go check it out! The person who runs it has the BEST GIFS ever. And that's saying something on Tumblr.
Meridan and I started watching Supernatural. Well, I started, he allowed it to distract him from League of Legends, and now he's even more obsessed than I am. God, I love that show. The men are pretty, and the gore is gory, and the angels are mostly downright SEXY. Oh, Castiel. I heart you.
Suffice to say, our Roku has become our new third partner in the relationship. And every threesome is better than the last, yo. Netflix & Hulu for TV shows & movies, Crunchyroll for anime, Pandora for music to clean to, and Plex for watching things off of our computer on the TV with its fancy media server thing. It's a good thing.
We're working at Emerald City Comic Con this year. I wasn't sure if I wanted to attend, but I still wanted to be part of it, so I figured this was a decent idea. We get in free the whole weekend, and all it requires is a 6 hour shift each day. No biggie. I've done worse at other cons and still had to pay to get in! WTF.
My whole life has become paperwork. Seriously. It's a pain in the ass.
I still miss my mom. Some days I walk out into the backyard with Meena and I look outside and think, there's no way in hell she's actually dead. She's just... gone. Missing. Absent. The overpriced box on the dining room bookshelf would beg to differ, but it's still not real to me. Speaking of boxes, are you aware just how hard it is to decide where to put an urn? Are you also aware that it's just damn weird to have an urn in the house? And you have to be reverent, but you don't want to call attention to it too much - it's fucking weird. Also, I didn't even want the urn. My stepmom bought it, so I'm using it, but what the hell do I do with it after I scatter her ashes this summer? Makes no sense! Why couldn't we just keep the ashes in the box they came in? Jesus.
Yeah. Weird.
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