Re-posted and slightly edited from the comments to a locked post on someone else's LJ, mostly for my own remembering:

I determined a long time ago -- I think sometime in or perhaps just after university -- that any holiday that people think is somehow special simply by virtue of being marked on the calendar is very likely to cause stress and ( Read more... )

Yesterday, in the course of a phonecall about seasonal logistics, my mom felt it necessary to mention to me that she'd been chatting with a friend who had seen my dad at lunch with several old cronies, and that the three of them were completely shitfaced, and that my dad had then proceeded to drive home ( Read more... )

I really should make that my mantra.

When we interviewed with Mad Mary for this apartment, she stressed that she wanted nice people who were going to stay here a while. We're nice. Some of us might arguably be described as wholesome.*

So now she's told sabotabby that she's selling the place. Or, if she doesn't sell the place, she wants to renovate the ( Read more... )

Last weekend, the Gentleman visited, and we had a lovely weekend of cuddling, dancing, dining, and chatting. Then he left to attend to the opening of his brand new baby blacksmithing business ( Read more... )

Today is ice cream day ( Read more... )

Some things don't translate well into words. Words are really good for listing contents of closets, exchanging recipes, spinning events into narrative so that others can know what happened ( Read more... )

The Gentleman asked me last night what makes a romance-for-the-future (my awkward term, not his) distinct from a friendship, if limerence* comes and goes (often goes), if one doesn't reserve sex for only one person (or, necessarily, for any "special" person), if one has close, intense friendships (with or without sex). If one holds no action ( Read more... )

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Oh mitten mine where art thou roaming?
Return to where my cold hand's coming
That hath rummaged high and low.
Where is knitted warmth and lining
Button nose, don't leave me pining
In delay lie frozen fingers
Then come back, forbear to linger
Winter's dreary days endure.I've lost my PANDA MITTENS! Woe! Sadness! I can't even find a good picture of ( Read more... )

Yo Cancer,

Didn't you get the last memo? I said to stop already. Enough is enough. And tell your pal on the horse to fuck off too, and take a nice vacation somewhere far, far away ( Read more... )