On the happier side of things, I had a marvelous time on Tuesday. Thank you and you and you and you. It was a wonderful way to spend my time and money. We spent three hours at an outside table at Outback eating, drinking, and discussing whatever the hell came up, most of which dealt with sex somehow, with gaming, drugs, and orthodox judaism thrown ( Read more... )

Also, I'm getting an iPhone. Yay! However, in the process of preparing for this tansition, I saved all of my phone numbers to my SIM card, or so I thought. The overwrite does not overwrite only duplicate data. It seems, so far as I can tell, to remove *all* existing data and replace it with whatever was on my phone. So all the numbers I had stored ( Read more... )

Also, I miss Dill. A lot. I emailed him telling him so. I don't think he reads his email. Maybe he does. I dunno. Boys are weird ( Read more... )

Today is Dill's birthday. He only gets one every four years. If you know Dill, be sure to wish him a happy day.

I'm feeling surprisingly okay today. After two days off work due to disaster and residual ick, it feels good to be back. I like it here. A lot. That makes me happy, loving my job, being good at it, feeling like this fits. I asked my boss yesterday about how things were looking for me, given the two call outs in a row, and he said I shouldn't worry ( Read more... )

Sometimes it seems that the closer everything gets to being okay, the harder the world tries to make sure that simple goal is never reached. I can't help but wonder what it is that I'm not learning, what I should have figured out by now to keep this stuff from happening. So much seems like lose-lose situations, but we push through it all the same ( Read more... )

While watching Heroes (seriously, yay), there was a commercial for tonight's NBC local news which actually said, "A psychic poodle with a message of death." Not watching television has deprived me of the wonders of local news. I'd forgotten how much I love it. I must've laughed for a minute and a half straight.

Also, thank you to Eric and Rebecca ( Read more... )

I can't recall the last time I was this drunk. Which is doubly funny because I think I've recalled it twice tonight, as two separate occasions. Last fucking year of my 20s, damnit. And I run into a guy I work with when I'm drunk enough that I'm spilling beer on myself, when I've had four fucking Irish carbombs. Goddamned delicious. I wanna be near ( Read more... )

"No person is your friend who demands your silence, or denies your right to grow." (Alice Walker)