Looks like I'm moving out of Dawn and JD's place as soon as I can get my tax return. I want to go to Seattle, but honestly, I can't afford it, and I have someone here in town who is willing to rent me a cheap room. We'll see what happens. Regardless, I'm looking at going back to school again in March for some sort of web designy-communicatey thingy

This is the Seal of Rassilon, a symbol from the Doctor Who universe. To those really into the history of the fandom, it has a lot of significance. To anyone else, it just looks like a really pretty Celtic knotwork-style design.

The tattoo was done by the lovely Chris Moore of Fenix Tattoo & Piercing in Seattle. I am ecstatic with the result. It ( Read more... )

I'm trying the Twitter thing again. Search for me under morjanu@gmail.com and add me!

Misguided love is as dangerous as a rogue warhead. Even if it explodes at a safe distance, you'll be picking shrapnel out of your arse for a while. Infatuation, no matter how intense, even if it is mutual, is love misguided, and it is no substitute for knowing one's own heart. I made a mistake, and it brought about suffering and loss ( Read more... )

Jammie Dodgers and a nice hot cup of tea.

Okay, you know how you have to have a really happy memory in order for your Patronus to manifest? Or, maybe you don't know. It's okay, that's not the actual point of this entry. What I wish to express is simply that I am very, very happy right now. I'm sitting in my favourite coffee house in Seattle's University District with a giant Jammie Dodger ( Read more... )

The flight out of Columbus was delayed because of the weather. I was on that plane for 3 hours when it should only have been an hour and a half. We boarded on time, but we had to wait in line on the pad for de-icing. That was kind of neat, actually. A truck came around with a big hose, and they blasted the plane with super-heated steam. Then they ( Read more... )

A poem's a thing that happens
When sleep won't come
Until pale morning creeps
Cold against the window pane
And my forehead remembers that time on the train
When I knew I would wake in a place that felt more like home
And the roar and rattle and screech of metal on metal
Clack-ka-dack, my lullabye ( Read more... )

Way back in July? That's the last time I did this? I've been neglecting my craziness. It's about time, though, for another honest assessment of my mental health. Bear with me, please. You don't have to read it if you don't want to. This is mostly for me.

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