"Fiddlee dee. Approaching the last week of work at 12th and Maple, and staring unemployment right in it's hairy eyeball. But good things, good things are in the works. Friday is the company Christmas party, where, as the only vagina-bearing worker in the group, I feel obligated to wear something uncharacteristically shimmery and tight-fitting; ( Read more... )

Okay, six months later and awaaayy we goooo!! I spent a large part of the year thus far(the middle one, if you're keeping track) experimenting with all the social bullshit most people got out of the way in their late teens/early twenties, and I learned this-- I was right to have avoided it before. Maybe it's an age-sensitive experience to allow ( Read more... )

I seem to be emitting some sort of pheromone that communicates specifically to males that my mate is gone and I am unprotected. Quite by coincidence, or perhaps not at all, the area is suddenly SWARMING with attractive men ( Read more... )

A thought ( Read more... )

In the past, insomnia seemed wildly foreign to me- me, who has never had a problem feeling drowsy and heavy-lidded, whether it be in a stranger's home on the couch, in a moving vehicle, or, hell, standing upright at a cash register at Goody Goody. As a wise man once said, "Sleep! That's where I'm a Viking!" Yet here I sit at 3:30 in the morning in ( Read more... )

Damn, every time I log onto livejournal there's some new advertisement or change in features. I have to watch a commercial to log out? That's too much for these old bones ( Read more... )

May 10th. If I had know what this date would come to mean for me I would have celebrated it's pre-anniversary all of my young life. May 10th is the last day that I will set foot in a Goody-Goody as a register jockey, a dope-slinger, a self-professed purveyor of Vice ( Read more... )

The first terrible sunburn of the season is made worse by the memory of ALMOST applying sunscreen, and then actively talking myself out of it. A child of Texas should know better than to underestimate that kind of pure solar hostility no matter what the calendar says. Idiot ( Read more... )

Here's to the latest of many attempts in my life to try and get my shit together, no small part of which involves rekindling my livejournal. I am, however, living more off-the-grid than I'm used to-no computer but for the public library, no television, minimal radio- only the hum of lightbulbs to keep me company. It's a pretty goddamn easy ( Read more... )

It's a weird thing with music-- I hate to sound elitist on the subject, but there really is something to be said for the disgust one feels at a quality musician being embraced by the mainstream. I've been listening to Mumford and Sons on constant loop because it hurls me back to months ago when I first arrived in Oregon, and makes me think of ( Read more... )