I Update! aka Seattle Hasn't Managed To Kill Me Yet, Dammit
In the spirit of believing (hoping?) that certain of you still care about my life and how I am spending it, I have elected to write an update of sorts...
For the most part, I am happier than I have ever been. There may be a dearth of close friendship in my life right now, but there is an overabundance of love. I have love in bunches, bundles, bushels, and any number of archaic units of measurement that you may care to name. My emotional landscape is lush and verdant. Picture, if you will, a rainforest of fruit-bearing trees growing wildly out of control (peaches, pears, pomegranites!). That is what love feels like to me.
Unfortunately, it hasn't always managed to curb my deep-rooted streak of crazy, but Sam deals with it better than anyone else ever has. Only once has he snapped back at me in the midst of my harpy-haranguing, but later that same day he texted me at work to inform me that he'd gone to my favorite Chinese bakery and purchased me (us!) a loaf of sweet taro roll. Baked in the oven for ten or so minutes and shared between the two of us (with one of my twin loves: coffee & tea), it is the best Sunday breakfast one could wish for.
I do regret that we don't go out much, or interact with other people much, but it can be hard with our schedules. It can be even harder between my bouts of slight agoraphobia and his difficulty interacting in groups. Really, I am not afraid of people, they just bother me more and more as I grow older. They're loud and strange to me. Also, Sam isn't really as shy as he comes off, but he is definitely overly polite in some of the more boisterous society I keep and a bit of a snob when it comes to intelligence. He likes my closest friends, though, which is most important.
Here in Seattle, I have managed to keep a good job for over three months now. Soon I shall be able to put forth the money to pay my debts, which is nice. We live wonderfully close to the International District and I dine upon Asian food at least once a week, which is heavenly. I cook and cook and cook. I am doing my damnedest to make Sam as plump as a Christmas goose (how plump is that exactly?) and Heather has gained fifteen pounds since moving in with me.
I have discovered a Crumpet Shop. Why did no one tell me there was such a thing!? Alas, so much crumpet-less life lived previous to this joyful discovery! Crumpets, fresh-baked and covered in a variety of toppings, were clearly invented by God. Which just proves that the British really did have some kind of blessing from on high this entire time. I try not to believe in a Christian concept of God, but there is definitely the work of a deity involved here. Mmm, delicious crumpets.
In other news, my life is being eaten up by an online game. Of course, this is something I swore would never, ever happen. So, really, I doomed myself. I am hopelessly addicted to Kingdom of Loathing. HOPELESSLY. There are stick figures!
I have also begun to enjoy Scrabble again. Also, I taught Sam to play Guillotine, which has always been among my favorite card games put out by Steve Jackson Games. I mean, I do love Munchkin, but Guillotine just amuses me more, I suppose.
In conclusion, life is good overall. There are things to improve, things to work towards, things that could bear positive changings...
But I am happy.
I have a smorgasbord of love, Asian food, baking, cooking, reading, games, intarwebz, music (I <3 Crystal Castles, The Knife, Goldfrapp, FischerSpooner, and many more!), teh sexxxing, more love, my kitty, crumpets, a good job, delicious port, films on Netflix (400+ in queue and counting), cuddles, a wildly self-propagating spider plant, a lovely new coat, and the freedom to love as I will.
That is enough for now.
For the most part, I am happier than I have ever been. There may be a dearth of close friendship in my life right now, but there is an overabundance of love. I have love in bunches, bundles, bushels, and any number of archaic units of measurement that you may care to name. My emotional landscape is lush and verdant. Picture, if you will, a rainforest of fruit-bearing trees growing wildly out of control (peaches, pears, pomegranites!). That is what love feels like to me.
Unfortunately, it hasn't always managed to curb my deep-rooted streak of crazy, but Sam deals with it better than anyone else ever has. Only once has he snapped back at me in the midst of my harpy-haranguing, but later that same day he texted me at work to inform me that he'd gone to my favorite Chinese bakery and purchased me (us!) a loaf of sweet taro roll. Baked in the oven for ten or so minutes and shared between the two of us (with one of my twin loves: coffee & tea), it is the best Sunday breakfast one could wish for.
I do regret that we don't go out much, or interact with other people much, but it can be hard with our schedules. It can be even harder between my bouts of slight agoraphobia and his difficulty interacting in groups. Really, I am not afraid of people, they just bother me more and more as I grow older. They're loud and strange to me. Also, Sam isn't really as shy as he comes off, but he is definitely overly polite in some of the more boisterous society I keep and a bit of a snob when it comes to intelligence. He likes my closest friends, though, which is most important.
Here in Seattle, I have managed to keep a good job for over three months now. Soon I shall be able to put forth the money to pay my debts, which is nice. We live wonderfully close to the International District and I dine upon Asian food at least once a week, which is heavenly. I cook and cook and cook. I am doing my damnedest to make Sam as plump as a Christmas goose (how plump is that exactly?) and Heather has gained fifteen pounds since moving in with me.
I have discovered a Crumpet Shop. Why did no one tell me there was such a thing!? Alas, so much crumpet-less life lived previous to this joyful discovery! Crumpets, fresh-baked and covered in a variety of toppings, were clearly invented by God. Which just proves that the British really did have some kind of blessing from on high this entire time. I try not to believe in a Christian concept of God, but there is definitely the work of a deity involved here. Mmm, delicious crumpets.
In other news, my life is being eaten up by an online game. Of course, this is something I swore would never, ever happen. So, really, I doomed myself. I am hopelessly addicted to Kingdom of Loathing. HOPELESSLY. There are stick figures!
I have also begun to enjoy Scrabble again. Also, I taught Sam to play Guillotine, which has always been among my favorite card games put out by Steve Jackson Games. I mean, I do love Munchkin, but Guillotine just amuses me more, I suppose.
In conclusion, life is good overall. There are things to improve, things to work towards, things that could bear positive changings...
But I am happy.
I have a smorgasbord of love, Asian food, baking, cooking, reading, games, intarwebz, music (I <3 Crystal Castles, The Knife, Goldfrapp, FischerSpooner, and many more!), teh sexxxing, more love, my kitty, crumpets, a good job, delicious port, films on Netflix (400+ in queue and counting), cuddles, a wildly self-propagating spider plant, a lovely new coat, and the freedom to love as I will.
That is enough for now.