15 Minute LJ Break
Ugh, things are heating up here at work. Vague promises of "leadership opportunities" are being waved around as enticement but I'd be a lot more impressed if they were like, "$1.50 more an hour, guaranteed by March." I mean, I think I'm in a good position to bargain for that, but it's like they knew I'd be asking for it, and so set up a few nice, long term goals that had to be achieved before that.
It's also cold, and I'm cramping, and I'm hungry because I didn't eat a good breakfast, and I'd like to be napping, and Nick and Joe aren't tweeting about how much they miss watching Bond films and making out. I could go on. But I won't.
Some good news is that I have finally completed one hat. Only seven to go! (Oh, my poor fingers. ;__;) Also, I'm listening to Astrud Gilberto, which is incredibly soothing.
I went out with a friend last night and indulged in some Starbucks calorie loaded goodies. We talked about how we're each going through a massive quarterlife crisis, and how being the ambitious children of white trash is really not a lot of fun. It was nice to get some venting done, even it came at the price of my diet.
My jonas_harlequin continues to pour out like cold molasses. I haven't been in the right headspace to write romance at ALL. Plus I miss Joe/Nick. Two loves have I, like Shakespeare. Only instead of mistresses, I have Kevron and Joe/Nick. When I'm writing Joe/Nick I'm thinking, "OMG! Kevronnnnn!" When I'm writing Kevron I'm thinking, "OMG! Joe/Niiiiiiiiiiiiiick." It's very trying.
In other news I have a staggering desire to cook for someone. I think it's because my life is suddenly horrifyingly domestic. This week alone I have:
1) Crocheted a hat.
2) Sewn buttons onto my winter coat.
3) Mended a fallen hem.
4) Made several meals in advance and portioned them out individually in separate tupperware.
It's kind of disgusting. Anyway, I keep wanting to make cookies, or dinner, or SOMETHING. It's really very upsetting that I can't entertain properly because a) I don't have comfortable seating to provide people, b) three of my new friends are allergic to cats, c) people are busy.
Ding. Fifteen minutes are up. Back to work. ;__;
It's also cold, and I'm cramping, and I'm hungry because I didn't eat a good breakfast, and I'd like to be napping, and Nick and Joe aren't tweeting about how much they miss watching Bond films and making out. I could go on. But I won't.
Some good news is that I have finally completed one hat. Only seven to go! (Oh, my poor fingers. ;__;) Also, I'm listening to Astrud Gilberto, which is incredibly soothing.
I went out with a friend last night and indulged in some Starbucks calorie loaded goodies. We talked about how we're each going through a massive quarterlife crisis, and how being the ambitious children of white trash is really not a lot of fun. It was nice to get some venting done, even it came at the price of my diet.
My jonas_harlequin continues to pour out like cold molasses. I haven't been in the right headspace to write romance at ALL. Plus I miss Joe/Nick. Two loves have I, like Shakespeare. Only instead of mistresses, I have Kevron and Joe/Nick. When I'm writing Joe/Nick I'm thinking, "OMG! Kevronnnnn!" When I'm writing Kevron I'm thinking, "OMG! Joe/Niiiiiiiiiiiiiick." It's very trying.
In other news I have a staggering desire to cook for someone. I think it's because my life is suddenly horrifyingly domestic. This week alone I have:
1) Crocheted a hat.
2) Sewn buttons onto my winter coat.
3) Mended a fallen hem.
4) Made several meals in advance and portioned them out individually in separate tupperware.
It's kind of disgusting. Anyway, I keep wanting to make cookies, or dinner, or SOMETHING. It's really very upsetting that I can't entertain properly because a) I don't have comfortable seating to provide people, b) three of my new friends are allergic to cats, c) people are busy.
Ding. Fifteen minutes are up. Back to work. ;__;