Tonight I had a wonderful, beautiful experience. A truly amazing woman gave me an astonishing gift. I want to write about the experience, but I am tired and I have a really packed day tomorrow. I will try to write about it tomorrow night.
You can make me happy for days and days…
Just give me flowers.
{insert silly heart shaped emoticons here}
I have discovered a trigger I didn’t know I had.
I get really pissed off when people ask me when I am going to get a job. It seems like an overly personal question and none of their business. Unless I am asking you for money or support it really isn’t your business how I pay my bills.
Yeah. Leave it alone please.
So the weather… not so happy for the pass. I could get to Portland. Possibility my car wouldn’t like coming home though. (My tires suck and my car isn’t buff in general.)
No Portland this weekend.
So. Would anyone be willing to point me at recipes that they particularly enjoy? I don’t like onions, but other than that I am going to try and incorporate more vegetables into my life and I’m open to learning to like almost anything else. 🙂
I figured it out! I figured it out!!! Thank you to the cute boy who pointed me to the dummies way of posting pictures.
I didn’t rewrite the entire document, so it isn’t v. 2. 🙂
I just saw a picture of Leonardo DiCaprio…
is it just me or is he not aging well?
My dinner date just cancelled for tonight. I think that means I’m not going to the Plough.
I will be hiding in my room. If anyone needs me, leave a message.
*beep*
I made an appointment with a therapist.
And this link will tell you why.
This makes me about as happy as anything can make me. But I’m an English teacher.
This morning I can’t seem to pay my fees for SJSU.
I can’t seem to change my address with parking services so they mail my pass here instead of Tom’s house.
Paypal and/or the Burning Man site in general wants information from my checking account before I can buy the ticket (I have no idea where my checks are right this minute).
My bank site is down.
I think the universe is telling me not to think about money this morning.
On my friends-list I noticed that someone offered to express appreciation of people wanted it. I decided that doing that smack of consent and forget that noise. 😉
So here we go, in brief: some measure of appreciation for everyone on my friends-list. lotsa names
I just decided to go through and notice: Oh! I have been friended!
Who in the hell are you people?!!??!! You haven’t been reading much that was interesting. Why did you stay? Hopefully it just got more interesting.
Ok: filters and how they work. My filters are mostly opt-in. I may toss you in on one or more if I think you want to hear it, but mostly… yeah you have to say you want it.
I have dirty. (This is generally slightly racy stuff that I think a couple of people don’t want to see. Most people default into this filter but if for some reason you strike me as SHOCKABLE I leave you out.)
I have even dirtier. (This is generally graphic details of my sex life.)
I have insecurity babbling.
I have relationship updates. (I do this one mostly so that I keep track of things for myself. I hate my memory.)
I have my foreys into trying less than wholesome substances. (This filter is small. You can ask to be in it, but I might still decide I don’t want you seeing that.)
I have my RANT filter.
Do you want to see any of this crap? You have to ask or I won’t assume.
Alright, I hate asking for help. But I need to do it.
My wireless is messed up and I can’t get my damn printer to work. Help. Please.
🙂 And you thought it would be something serious…… HA!
Oh. I didn’t announce this. I’m a big dork.
So yeah.. Our housewarming is on Saturday. If you didn’t get an invite it was probably cause you weren’t in my address book for some reason.
Shoot me an email. You are invited.
boot_slut@bigrock.com
Break up number three within 5 months.
There is no one left to lose.
In discussion this morning I realized the brilliance of something that has been said to me:
“Are you angry at me, or near me?”
This is a brilliant thing to say because I have a horrible habit of just being a nasty, snappy bitch in general when I am angry. If I am angry about something about school and you are standing near me I am likely to nearly bite your head off. It isn’t pleasant. It is something I try to control, but I’m still not always good at it. So… if you ever feel like I am being mean to you unfairly, asking me this question will make me realize what I’m doing. I will probably apologize profusely and back the hell off.
enh. Just a psa. 🙂
(I really love this picture.)