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**Note: Most of the entries here are now cross posted from my Blogger account. Each entry from there will begin with [Are we there yet?] in the subject line**

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After my last entry, I had at least five or six people email me. It amused me since that's more comments than I receive on virtually any Lj entry (of late). Regardless of reception or lurking readership, I looked into the backend of Blogger and found I can cross post my entries there to my LJ easily ( Read more... )

I can safely say (after a lot of thought on the subject) that I'm finished with Livejournal. I just haven't been feeling it lately - not even reading it, really - and will be transitioning to something else in the near future ( Read more... )

Right off the bat I'll admit I'm not a company man. I don't like overtime, I don't typically do more than I need to do within the scope of whatever position I'm in, and I tend to keep my head down and on task during the work day. I don't normally make friends with coworkers, and loathe required-attendance work events outside business hours. I ( Read more... )

Yesterday something out of the ordinary happened. On any given weekday around noon, you can find me tucked away in my little corporate cubicle, munching on a moderately-priced microwavable meal while browsing the news online. While the break from work feels great, my daily routine is anything but exciting. I suppose that's what made yesterday stand ( Read more... )

I used to think I lived in a sitcom. Crazy people and crazy situations always seemed to follow me, creating comical bordering on absurd situations. Lately though - especially since leaving Bank of America, I seem to be living in a b horror movie with endless sequels ( Read more... )

Memories are all we really have. They connect us to the people we love, and to the places we cherish long after the bulldozers have come and gone. They're sensual - memories; a smell or a sound can bring a waterfall of thoughts splashing down. Memories remind us of the good times, the bad times, and the times we dare only tell those that can keep a ( Read more... )

A few moments ago I left a couple of comments on my former history teacher's Facebook in her discussion of the WBC Supreme Court decision on First Amendment freedoms, and it occurred to me that my stance is so skewed because of current day politics, I wouldn't have dreamed I'd be here ten years ago. Then again, I could say that for quite a few ( Read more... )

I sat the other day, staring at the Craigslist advertisements for jobs, thinking about how long it's been since I've had all of this time on my hands. I have so much time to myself right now, I should be writing. I should be editing the books I've written. I should be working though, honestly. Alas, I'm doing none of the above ( Read more... )