good news, bad news, other stuff
It seems almost appropriate that I make this post today, as today is the one year anniversary of mine and mcwonthelottery's cohabitation. I hadn't even fucking realized it until about five minutes ago. Wow. Yesterday, when we were at Bed, Bath, and Beyond, we acknowledged that since we haven't killed each other yet, we probably won't. At least, not on purpose. Probably.
Well, anyway, the point is that after nearly eighteen months of searching and a lot of crying and freaking out and depressive attacks and borrowing money and feeling like a dick, I... well, I have a job.
idek, guys. Wow.
Like, I'm TOTALLY EXCITED, but it also hasn't fully sunken in? Like, I don't know that I'll really believe it until I'm there are working and shit. It's nothing fancy--it's a general administrative assistant gig, but it's at the place where brilligspoons works so we'll be ~*cubicle buddies*~ until we both get fired for talking about mutants all the time.
So... I don't even know. Like...I SERIOUSLY DON'T EVEN KNOW. Ahahahahaa. It's weird to be able to make plans for the future, finally, and to not have to depend on mcwonthelottery and my parents for shit and I'm going to buy so many dresses, you don't even know. So... yay :D
(This will also make D*Con a lot less stressful. I've already paid for membership+hotel+airfare, but I was starting to get concerned about things like food. Now I can relax!)
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The bad news is that we have a crazy bug infestation in our pantry.
We think that when my window was out, one of these suckers came in and decided to make a home in our cornmeal, but we've been killing a lot of them in the past couple weeks and yesterday we cleaned the whole cabinet out and it was fucking gross. We had to throw out a lot of food and then went to Bed, Bath, and Beyond and Target to load up on $300 worth of air-tight storage containers and cleaning supplies. I bleached the hell out of the pantry and we've started going through our shit and putting it back in, but we spent an afternoon living like hoarders, every flat surface covered with THE ENTIRE CONTENTS OF OUR KITCHEN (we only have two cabinets and they're filled with dishes. All our non-refrigerated food goes in that pantry.). We considered taking picture to lure Matt out to our apartment.
(We also did cliff, shag, marry with Gin Truck Husbands, Rubbish Truck Husbands, and Soccer Husbands. Marry a Rubbish Truck Husband, fuck a Soccer Husband, and cliff a Gin Truck Husband, stealing his gin truck in the process.)
So that was most of yesterday. The rest of yesterday (and Friday) was ~*BAD MOVIE WEEKEND*~ which was really like Two Terrible Movies and Two Pretty Good Movies Weekend. We'll pick more wisely next time.
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Today we have to finish cleaning. I want to finish at least a small part of the fic I'm writing for brilligspoons, work on one of the two Daycare fics I'm kicking around, and answer comments. Also, everaidenn is coming over. So. We'll see what happens.
Well, anyway, the point is that after nearly eighteen months of searching and a lot of crying and freaking out and depressive attacks and borrowing money and feeling like a dick, I... well, I have a job.
idek, guys. Wow.
Like, I'm TOTALLY EXCITED, but it also hasn't fully sunken in? Like, I don't know that I'll really believe it until I'm there are working and shit. It's nothing fancy--it's a general administrative assistant gig, but it's at the place where brilligspoons works so we'll be ~*cubicle buddies*~ until we both get fired for talking about mutants all the time.
So... I don't even know. Like...I SERIOUSLY DON'T EVEN KNOW. Ahahahahaa. It's weird to be able to make plans for the future, finally, and to not have to depend on mcwonthelottery and my parents for shit and I'm going to buy so many dresses, you don't even know. So... yay :D
(This will also make D*Con a lot less stressful. I've already paid for membership+hotel+airfare, but I was starting to get concerned about things like food. Now I can relax!)
***
The bad news is that we have a crazy bug infestation in our pantry.
We think that when my window was out, one of these suckers came in and decided to make a home in our cornmeal, but we've been killing a lot of them in the past couple weeks and yesterday we cleaned the whole cabinet out and it was fucking gross. We had to throw out a lot of food and then went to Bed, Bath, and Beyond and Target to load up on $300 worth of air-tight storage containers and cleaning supplies. I bleached the hell out of the pantry and we've started going through our shit and putting it back in, but we spent an afternoon living like hoarders, every flat surface covered with THE ENTIRE CONTENTS OF OUR KITCHEN (we only have two cabinets and they're filled with dishes. All our non-refrigerated food goes in that pantry.). We considered taking picture to lure Matt out to our apartment.
(We also did cliff, shag, marry with Gin Truck Husbands, Rubbish Truck Husbands, and Soccer Husbands. Marry a Rubbish Truck Husband, fuck a Soccer Husband, and cliff a Gin Truck Husband, stealing his gin truck in the process.)
So that was most of yesterday. The rest of yesterday (and Friday) was ~*BAD MOVIE WEEKEND*~ which was really like Two Terrible Movies and Two Pretty Good Movies Weekend. We'll pick more wisely next time.
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Today we have to finish cleaning. I want to finish at least a small part of the fic I'm writing for brilligspoons, work on one of the two Daycare fics I'm kicking around, and answer comments. Also, everaidenn is coming over. So. We'll see what happens.