Today it's been 7 years since my stepmom died.

She died right around this time of day...

...sigh...

Here is an update of things happening ( Read more... )

So, as Ish predicted, Hugo and I are back together.  Of course the little magic bubble of happiness has burst and things are very different now.  I don't necessarily feel the same way when I look at him, and I'm on guard.  Since we've gotten back together, he has told me he loves me approximately 10 times.  I've been very careful to not say it back ( Read more... )

Thanks to all this stress, my right arm (from the elbow down) is numb...like asleep numb (which is different from the left side of my body which has been numb for 7 years...jesus...7 years).  It's coming and going...WebMD says that if it lasts for 24 hours, it's an exacerbation and I should go in for an MRI.  I haven't had one in like...6 years ( Read more... )

An addendum to my last post:

pilarcruz loves me, and I love pilarcruz !!!!!

And I think she might be coming to visit!  WHOOOP!  (right?!)

So I've decided, finally, that there is no reason for me to be unhappy.  It only took the good majority of January to realize it ( Read more... )

So I guess it's my own fault for not checking sooner, but how often is an itinerary changed at the last minute?  My flight was supposed to leave TJ at 12 and last night, when I checked, it had been changed to 1:55 pm.  WHAT.  Good thing I planned ahead in other areas of my life and bought the airport bus ticket leaving at 8:30, getting me here at ( Read more... )

I don't drink...like, ever anymore.  It's bizarre...one teacher doesn't drink at all, one will have ONE glass of wine from time to time, the boyfriend doesn't drink and neither does his roommate, who is also my friend who introduced us.  The other teacher has reined in her drinking as well because these non-drinkers look at us like alcoholics.  ( Read more... )

I am at work and I do not want to be.  Nor tomorrow.  Nor any day next week ( Read more... )

Put your media player on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty songs. Post the poem that results. The first line of the twenty-first is the title.

When It's Missing You Want it More, It Isn't Right

I stank I can, I stank I can
Hands up guns out represent the world town
You're not doing this alone
Cuando veo a traves del vaso veo a ( Read more... )