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I still read those of you that update LJ. I log in every day, actually.
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There is a deep sense of satisfaction I find in wrestling with a database all day. My coworker can see this plainly. From my office I emit a curse word. Then a few moments later I cackle victoriously, having cracked a code, discovered a solution, and beaten the damn thing at its own game. That is until I'm KOed once more by a different complication ( Read more... ) -
A word or two
He tells me he's changed and I'm skeptical. But I'm a sucker for a loser and a potentially broken promise. So I say, "That's good" and when he asks me to join him for a drink the next day I make a choice to be agreeable rather than dismissive.
I don't like surprises. I'm too insecure for anything unexpected. When my phone beeps a happy Calypso I ( Read more... ) -
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Mundane moments would carry with them a certain amount of magic. Sprinting down the street well after midnight, beer laden legs flailing, would have felt important, a mark in the world so insignificant it couldn't be anything other than special.
Instead it merely felt like a way to pass the time.
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Team FYC
So I’ve been thinking a lot. A lot about the death of Pat, a lot about the passage of time, about how many of my friends and acquaintances delight in pointing out how old we are getting, about how I haven’t been walking down a path toward a goal, and about how I am overwrought with thinking and talkingWhenever there is a news story, an earthquake, ( Read more... ) -
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Last night a friend passed away from a quick, terrible battle with cancer. So far I haven't really dealt with it. I am just now getting to the point where it is starting to sink in and feel I need to talk about it without really wanting to. I haven't cried. I've mostly pondered morbidly about the futility of having so much stuff only to one day die ( Read more... ) -
Welcome to the world
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"Alex, how are you?"
It occurs to me that I will have to replace his telephone number in my phone book, the errant texts popping up just as soon as I’ve forgotten about him entirely. It’s like he knows, his radar beeping every time he is about to become a memory ( Read more... ) -
February Update
February has been drama filled. Work, home, personal… there has been a lot of bad news to contend with and honestly, I haven’t really excelled at coping. I’ve been excellent at airing out my grievances (read: whining) and not much else. It’s really affected my self-esteem, this inability to concretely figure out how to make myself feel better, how ( Read more... ) -
January
I’d hoped to maintain at least a once a month Live Journaling, but I’m hard pressed to not litter it with existential drama about the winter months and how I loathe them, how the gray skies are about as bright as my creative well of ideas, and how motivation does not exist on any plane that shares a space with January, February, or March ( Read more... )