That's right, I have a whole journal on here that I never write to anymore. Like so many other bits of my online life I've lost track of.

It's this thing I have. I'll want to write. I'll want to write in semi-public, but I want some sort of access control to it. I want to get stuff off my chest (relevant metaphor, these days) and I'm not sure where I can both get people I want to read it, and not feel ashamed of it in front of other people. People I don't want to read it ( Read more... )

My last remaining grandmother passed away Monday evening. She lived in the midwest, which is where the funeral will happen. Not that I'm on here much these days, but that's where I will be, probably offline, if you are looking for me. Thoughts and prayers appreciated, especially for my mom. Thank you.

Please jump through any good-luck hoops you know how to jump through, because this seems like such a neat gig, I really want it!

Hi folks. Quietly still alive.

Still out of work, but there are some people interested in hiring me in the Boston area. On-site interview next week. Google doesn't want me, which makes me sad.

Trying to rethink one's life in the middle of shock is hard. I'm trying to deal with the immediate problems.

Hi, all. I've lost my job. Looking for new work, filing unemployment, jumping through the hoops.

It's 11:30 and I feel bushed like it's 2AM. I'm getting old.

At least the cleaning supplies in the bathroom are now in a box.

Zoe just broke up with me. It fucking hurts.

Duplex in Journal Square. It's got much potential. Have a roommate, too. We get along well enough. Let's cross our fingers and hope for good!