Been a while ( Read more... )

I am leaving to get Ichabod in about an hour. I only have him until about six, so that sucks, but at least it's something.

I went with the boy to a friends house sunday evening for dinner and a game, and they had a wonderfully sweet dog there who I quickly bonded with.  Today, I miss my dog in a very painful way.  I've been trying to arrange to take him for the weekend the friday after this coming.  I still don't know if I'm going to be able to do it, but I want to SO  ( Read more... )

I promised myself I would go to bed early.  Why is it that I manage to keep almost all of my promises to other people, but break so many that I make to myself?  I was close.  I had my dog, I brushed my teeth, I got down to my skivvies, climbed into bed, reached down to put away my toy box, and instead picked up an old journal ( Read more... )

Woke up in a dandy mood this morning, after taking a bath, shaving, and drinking a glass of brandy while watching the pre-air episode of dexter last night and going to bed dreaming of happy things.  Then my phone rang, and my giggling slowly turned into crying because I got a guilt trip about how much I'm changing, and how he's taking it personally ( Read more... )

Last night, I initially went to the Chesterton to check out their 80's night, called Manic.  They music was great, but the dancefloor was a very narrow strip between the bar and the tables.  That will not do.  Good place to go if I want to socialize (though really too noisy) but not to dance at.  SO, after one finely made gin gimlet and a few ( Read more... )

Had a CRAZY dream last night.  My friend Danny was visiting for some reason, and he's a military man... sort of.  Well, Scott let him read something of mine, like a diary, except that I don't keep a diary anymore - either way, there was this overwhelming feeling of betrayal and of being exposed.  Blech.  Then, for some reason, Danny had a gun, and ( Read more... )

Livejournal is pissing me off. Two weeks ago, I had rich text options. Where did they go? *grumbles ( Read more... )

I was just musing.... I have owned seven pairs of doc martens in my lifetime. All but one pair have been in the last two years ( Read more... )

Had a fucking strange dream last night. I don't remember most of the beginning, but somehow I ended up being an intern to Neil Gaiman. The fact that it was Neil Gaiman wasn't important in the least, but remains nonetheless ( Read more... )