So, I hate my job. With enthusiasm. It has all of the bullshit of my last job but with less pay. Obviously I'm still looking for work. I'm remarkably optimistic though; I'm absolutely sure something perfect will come along soon and so I'm determined not to settle for anything less than what I want. Meaning I'll be quitting the moment this job ( Read more... )

Sigh. My father now knows my dirty little secret so I may as well share with everyone:

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Unfortunately my trip to Planned Parenthood went well. (Scarily so actually, I almost had fun. Had there not been a speculum and someone trying to insert her entire hand into my cunt I probably would have.) This means that the occasional excruciating menstrual pain is going to be handled solely by a more aggressive approach to Motrin and not by ( Read more... )

I caught a mouse. Hopefully it was the only one but I'm not taking the traps down just yet. Glue traps are much more efficient than the spring kind. You do have to kill them afterwords but this is why I have a car. Hopefully I will stop feeling bad about this and remember that the little bastard destroyed one of my favorite shirts ( Read more... )

Five hours until I leave for the food show. I suppose I should be sleeping but just how much rest do I need to spend the day eating? Over four hundred exhibits and my only task is to sample. The only way this could get better is if I were to get paid for it; my mom will but she actually has influence over what the bar serves -- I'm just along to ( Read more... )

My yard is full of dandelions. Full. Meaning I should mow but let's ignore that and focus on how pretty this is. I'd show you but the batteries in my camera were dead when I tried to take pictures. No problem, I put them in the charger ( Read more... )

( Putting this behind a cut because the details of my period probably aren't for everyone. )

So. No longer dating Fred. Ultimately, he wanted to be alone. He had some good reasons for that but this could have handled things better. Once we got to the point where I was no longer furious and he was being honest, things started to make sense and stopped hurting quite so badly ( Read more... )

I truly love the person I'm seeing. When I'm with him I have no doubts that this is a Good Thing and I can realize that the bad things are really quite insignificant ( Read more... )

There's been a guy at work asking me about ski lessons. No big deal -- someone does at least once a year. However, unless I consider them a friend, I'm really not interested in volunteering my time so I give vague and noncommittal answers. Passive-aggressive yes, but I feel asking a near stranger for favors is rude enough to warrant it ( Read more... )