(via ironed_orchidAnyone who feels like it should post their ten most CRUCIAL CRUCIAL CRUCIAL-ASS movies, like the movies that explain everything about yourself in your current incarnation (not necessarily your ten favorite movies but the ten movies that you, as a person existing currently, feel would help people get to know you) (they can change later on ( Read more... )

Rosemary smells like living in a log cabin in Oregon. You've heard me talk about it; it was cold, always cold, and one day I looked up at the wall next to the front door and could see chilly sunlight through the cracks in the logs. G., my burly, six-foot roommate, was a heater fascist who thought the fireplace was plenty, and god forbid you turn on ( Read more... )

Friends, I have been re-reading Diaryland ( Read more... )

Memoirs make me a little twitchy. I like them well enough, but at some point, inevitably, I start thinking about what I don't remember. What I ate. What the weather was like. Who said what, when. The things from middle school and high school, the tiniest little things, I remember. I wrote them all down, obsessively, tirelessly, analytically. I don' ( Read more... )

The last year, as I think I mentioned in that 65-question meme thing, was full of firsts. The last few years have been, really - thinking back to my first panic attack, at the end of 2010, which thankfully has been the first and only; change and tension manifested a different way in 2012 ( Read more... )

I had something of a nightmare about the eventual wedding last night. Or this morning. It was the last dream, the one I woke up from, and it was all tears and frustration (mixed with an unrelated sequence that was like something from roller-Glee, and I couldn't do the flips right ( Read more... )

( Those 65 questions. )

( The Movies )

Some days, he never sees me out of pajamas. I sleep in half an hour later, waking for coffee; he goes to work and I waste half my time and spend half of it reading or doing something useful (this proportion must change) and then go to work at one or two, off at 9:30, and he's at band practice, so I'm back into the lazy-girl clothes, sipping ( Read more... )

Out until after two, sleeping until noon. I didn't really eat dinner and the beers went to my head, but everything was just right - the way the group shifts and slides around the visitor, the needed conversation about writing in the middle of invites to Australia and a long semi-rant about Game of ThronesB. was in town last night. One night only! ( Read more... )