New year, new stuff. Finally found a place to live. I'm starting to fit in better at work (even if it's not the best job). I'm making new friends and getting closer to former ones. Still single, still hating it. I guess things aren't too bad. Not great. But it's not the end of the world. I usually feel like it is. I don't think of myself ( Read more... )

Sometimes I feel like doing everything is so complicated that I get paralyzed before I accomplish anything. Take establishing myself as an independent young woman. Step one: move out. Okay. But this area is really expensive and I have no cash. Ergo, I should get a job. Well, I have a job, but it's not enough to live on. So I need a better ( Read more... )

So I had my first panic attack in months while driving down route seven. It was also the second worst I've ever had. I guess that's what happens when you skip meds. Ooops. After pulling over, I curled up in a ball and waited to be picked up ( Read more... )

I tend to read several books at a time. It's a bad habit of mine. One I just started plugging away on is Chuck Klosterman's Fargo Rock City. It totally makes sense as I have been developing a voyeuristic interest in 80's metal as of late. I just couldn't resist! Anyway, I keep coming across references to albums that he felt were seminal, ie ( Read more... )

It should be easy to know what you want, but I'm finding it isn't so simple for me. I didn't even realize I couldn't answer that question until very recently. I've spent twenty years listening to what my parents want, what my siblings want, what my friends want, not to mention what cultural standards say you should want, without realizing what I ( Read more... )

SO...I'm feeling a bit retro at the moment, so I decided to bring back my blog...for now. No promises, but perhaps I can use this space to my advantage, if only as a means to get my thoughts on paper and out of my head ( Read more... )

Many of you may or may not have noticed that I haven't been posting to live journal lately. Well, the truth is that I apparently write whiny emo-like tedious entries. Considering how down I've been the last few months, I can't see this changing. Also, it's probably not good to internalize how lousy I feel by writing. Aside from that, my ( Read more... )

( my xmas stocking )

I think I can condense my situation into two words. I'm fucked ( Read more... )

Comment and I'll give you a letter, then you have to list ten things you love that begin with that letter. Afterwards, post this in your journal and give out some letters of your own ( Read more... )