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[Apr. 28th, 2006|12:33 pm] |
I can't tell you all how much I needed this Spring to arrive and, consequently, for my entire world to be new again. Let's review, shall we?:
* New job: No arbitrary firings! Supervisors who really stand up for me, and tell when I'm doing a good job! Benefits already! Paid sick days soon! Fabulous lesbian co-workers! In short...
...in your face, æ, in your motherfucking face!!!
* New start to our relationship. God, I love this guy. He is constantly surprising me, he's too much fun, and he's cute as hell. ;-D
* New green things and buds and flowers! I spent two hours weeding/clearing today; I do some of my best thinking when I'm gardening. Either that, or I totally lose myself in it - sometimes it can be very Zen. I think that yesterday was my real May Day celebration...who needs a pole? (Wait, don't answer that.)
* Newly re-decorated attic (still in progress) - it no longer looks like a Victorian opium den inside of a forest. It's much lighter and airier; the effect is very restful and harmonious.
* New lease on spirituality - I seem to be leaning towards my inner "good witch" now. You know - wanting everybody to be happy, etc.? (Oh, don't worry; I'm sure I'll be over it once Autumn comes).
* New diet - it is called "The Carrot of Hope", and it is extremely simple. I try to fill up said Carrot until it is nice and orange by losing lbs. (right now it is like a sickly Parsnip, but I've just started; I'll put an updated version online when I damn well feel like it). I must strive to be good enough for my Carrot!
(I know, I'm insane. Shut it.) |
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[Apr. 13th, 2006|07:22 pm] |
Just saw my favorite EPT commercial:
"I can't seem to concentrate...could I be pregnant?"
No, honey, but you could be borderline retarded. No wonder some people need the Error-Proof Test - this chick probably can't even pee on a stick without injuring herself ("Ow, my EYE!").
Freaks...
This "weekend" (i.e., Wednesday - Friday) I did some much-needed weeding and clean-up in the garden until my muscles shook from exhaustion and my fingers bled (so Bryan Adams and his stupid ol' six-string needn't think they're so damn special). It's hard work, especially with a good-sized garden like mine. Gardening (to coin a phrase) is not for pansies.
Ran into American Dave in the grocery store the other day; I'm jealous of his travels, but still don't dig how human-rights violate-y the Chinese can be. Tried to get him to apply to ICare because I think he would like it, and because I always like having eye-candy at work, but the mofo doesn't have a car (out of curiosity, how did you get to Hannaford? via rickshaw?). However, if the person whom I did convince to apply gets hired, there will be eye-candy a-plenty. (Or rather, ICandy.)
Speaking of...
The last time T. and I decided to start dating again (this is attempt #47, for those of you who are still keeping count), he kinda freaked me out by telling me that he doesn't trust women in general all that much. At first I was all, "Heresy! Burn the misogynist!" But then I realized that that's probably why I've never worried about him and other women, a trait of his that I've always liked.
And I'm ashamed to say that, to some extent, I feel the same way about men in general. I mean, I keep having to reiterate to specific male friends (no one who reads this journal; don't freak out, dude) that just because we're hanging out does not mean that they're gonna get laid. It's friggin' exhausting, and it ultimately means that I avoid seeing them too often so I don't have to fend them off all the damn time. And then of course there was my infamous "Other People's Men" phase. Men who were already attached were safe, in a perverse kind of way, because I knew that they were already with someone else, and so I could never find out that they'd cheated on me and feel betrayed.
My twisted little psyche amazes even me sometimes.
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If you ever need a schaudenfreude boost, you should definitely see "Monster" with Charlize Theron and Christina Ricci. It is incredibly squalid and tragic, but it will totally make you glad that you're not a snaggle-toothed, acid-wash-clad hooker in the Bible Belt.
Not that you weren't anyway... |
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[Mar. 31st, 2006|02:26 pm] |
Yesterday was decidedly odd; at one point I felt very young, and consequently, somewhat less than confident. I did not enjoy the feeling, and was distinctly relieved when I went back to feeling like myself again. Possibly age has its perks after all...
But then, I've been feeling funny all "weekend"; on Wednesday I was lightheaded and headache-y the entire day, and I am similarly dizzy today. No wonder I keep overriding my initial intentions of going out with various people - I just feel incredibly antisocial.
Today I will clean and sew, and possibly work in my garden. Last spring's romance was lovely, but I did tend to neglect my gardening, and I didn't even put Mr Llewellyn out at all (click here to read about the wonderful Mr Llewellyn). However, this spring I am extremely single, and likely to stay that way, so my garden will reap (oooh, a pun - ick.) the benefits.
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Here's what I like: The Witching Hour by Anne Rice - it's a gorgeous bacchanalia of a book. (I am very glad that I don't see spirits, though; I have enough metaphysical worries without coping with that kind of nonsense...)
Here's what I hate: Sharon Stone |
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[Apr. 9th, 2005|07:57 pm] |
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*cringe* - I just found myself singing "I'm Too Sexy", out loud and totally in the Right Said Fred voice. Not only that, but it was the part where I "shake my little tush on the catwalk." Quel horreur; what if someone had heard me?!? I really do need to get off of this prescription medication, tout de frickin' suite.
I have noticed of late that my LJ seems to be devolving into a massive litany of complaints. Thus, I will make a concerted effort to be verbally thankful for at least one thing in most of my entries; I really AM thankful for them, it's just that I forget to effuse about them. So here goes:
I am hap- hap- happy that spring is here! and I have already been able to garden. Hopefully tomorrow will be as lovely as today was, and I shall be able to finish another bed and maybe prune the roses and the wisteria (although it may be too late for one of the rose bushes).
I am also thankful for my extremely studly and adorable and attentive boyfriend, whom I will hopefully be seeing today for ½ hour after werk. |
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