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Mom, Denver Art Museum, I Licked the Plate.
Man, remember when Livejournal just used to be thoughtsinks of people's days, fanfic, and quizz results? Me, too. I miss those. When I didn't feel like I was writing "for an audience" (or trying to), or like every post had to be vaguely "on topic." When I just got today out of my brain and in to the pensieve, to make room for other shit. Today was ( Read more... ) -
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Finally donated a bunch of shit I inexplicably aquired from a friend of his when she was moving out of town. Fittingly, it went to a thrift store that benefits the local safehouse.
It's been kicking around in my car/storage locker for the better part of a year. Not sure why it took me so long to get rid of it, especially when the whole donation ( Read more... ) -
You're Fired: Therapist Edition.
I'm definitely passively breaking up with my therapist by simply refusing to call her ever again. And after today, I'm perfectly ok with that. She's too expensive, I don't think she's doing a particularly good job as a therapist (I see her almost exclusively for drugs), her bedside manner is completely lacking and - the final straw - is that she's ( Read more... ) -
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Every so often, I run into a dude I went on one single date with here, years ago, when I first moved to Colorado. I remember nothing about this date, other than we were very obviously not suited for each other, not even a little bit, not even as friends. Nothing about him was, y'know, terrible, but none of our puzzle piece sides lined up.
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For Dinner: Nothing.
So, as some of you already know, I'm terrified of cooking. Veggies and such I can deal with, because there's not much chance of me screwing them up. But proteins? Proteins terrify me. Every time I attempt to cook anything that used to have a pulse, I invariably fuck it up ( Read more... ) -
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Stupid awful nightmare snippets from between hitting the alarm clock and now:
- I pull into the Einstein Bros parking lot. Some dude in a Nissan Cube is blaring Beastie Boys. Everyone in the shop is singing along. Dude looks at me, glares, and swings his car in front of mine (both of us still legally in the space) and glares at me some more, then ( Read more... ) -
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Hey LJ, here's the deal:
I'm fine, my immediate friends are fine, but it turns out that we did know one of the kids down in that theatre who didn't make it. Alex was a good friend of my friend Brice, who we've all met several times and was just a fantastic dude.
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So I'm finally finishing up BSG, and besides the lack of a dedicated corner recycling ship, I wonder: what sort of horrible cylon flaw is it that makes Baltar irresistible to Sixes? (Unless, oh god, Sixes, when aged, look like Ellen, and Baltar is a Cylon, but a younger Tigh model, then OH GOD WHY MUST YOU BE DOOMED TO REPEAT YOUR TERRIBLE ( Read more... ) -
The Best Bunch of Assholes I've Ever Known
I'm tired of pretending that Colorado is my home. It's a place that I can tolerate. Barely. RPS finals were last night, and even though I had an AMAZING night seeing Itchy-O with my friend Megan, it was the first night in 5 years that Denver/Boulder has felt like anything other than part of a holding pattern.
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Things That Have Never Made Me Sad and Have Always Made Me Happy, Unconditionally
In the wake of one of the more devastating weekends I've had in a while (nothing says "my head is totally screwed on straight right now" like 36 straight hours of uncontrollable crying, just because.), my therapist has instructed me to create a list of people/things I am grateful for. (Alternatively, I'm calling this lists Things That Have Never ( Read more... )