I'm so crappy at updating. I accept this. Between work, selling crafts on Etsy and the shop here in town, and yes, taking a little time to play Rock Band on our kick ass new PS3... well, that's just all the hours I get in a day ( Read more... )

The little girl who lives across the street is sobbing her eyes out because she doesn't want to leave one of her parents. She just keeps saying, "I don't want to go," over and over. Flashback to when my biological father had to literally pry me off of my mother for visitation weekends when I was a kid. I want to cry with the poor thing. She's ( Read more... )

Just saw a girl in Wal Mart, easily in her teens, throw a temper tantrum. Her mom had to leave the store with her she was crying and yelling so loud. I'm pretty sure the only acceptable reason to make that much of a scene at that age is the threat of assault.

Oh, Rome. You're... you. Extremely Roman.

I taught myself how to use my sewing machine yesterday. My skill level is quite low, but it's good enough to hem my curtains. Sort of. Okay, crooked, but you can only tell if you're looking for it. And I made another curtain for the porch door with the scrap.

I feel accomplished, and really not in the mood to clean this week. *grumbles*

I don't go in for the public woe is me shit most of the time. That said, this is me, going in for it. Grandpa is sick. Like, really. I feel gutted.

Who's living in her beloved old apartment with her very own boyfriend, her kitty, a huge walk in closet, a big geeky library, a Spider Man themed bathroom and full Christmas decor?

Me. McWorld, man.

My room echoes, as everything has been cleared out. But it's only my room until tomorrow. I can't wait for the little closet of a room with cable and family dinners and Gunnar, and the new puppy and... run on sentences. And even more so, dwelling with Kevin some time in the near future.

We'll call that an update and be on the way.

Do you have any idea how ridiculously annoying it is to block someone on facebook? Generally, I'd think not, but with a name like Dave Williams, no network and no picture? I could be at this shit for hours.

Jerk sent a second add. I cannot fucking deal with him or the fight to the death that would follow were we to actually exchange any words

It never fails that as soon as I resolve some brewing aspect of my life, another one presents itself. I'm moving home for a bit, Kevin shall move to Rome. All is well, tra la fucking la ( Read more... )

Things seem to have settles since my random drama. I'm waiting until after this weekend to start my very gradual packing up of Elise stuffs. Partly because I may have company this weekend after the Tucker/Evans Weddingstravaganza and I'd like my apartment to go down in the annals of history as having been a cool place to live when I did that, and ( Read more... )