Went to work today. I was pretty good this morning, but by the end of the day, I felt awful ( Read more... )

I don't really know what to say today. I know I missed a few days, and I'm ashamed ( Read more... )

I'm sick. I pretended I wasn't, but then I started throwing up every night to the point of impotence, and it was difficult to deny. But then I stopped, and I decided I was cool. But my stomach still hurts. And then I remembered -- I haven't been sleeping well for months. For a couple of months, I've been having sporadic chest pains followed by ( Read more... )

I think my theme song of late is "Shine" by Laura Izibor. I don't even feel like my life is in a rut. I feel like it's just stuck. Not moving forward, not moving backward. Not moving at all. Which would be OK, I think, if I liked it here, but it's boring and kind of lonely ( Read more... )

1) I am wigging out. I don't know where my little cigarette case is. The one with my cards. Cards of the ID and credit variety. I had it this morning when I paid for a cab to work. I did not have it when coworker went for dinner. I don't know where it is now. Again, wigging ( Read more... )

I think I'm a reluctant psychic. You know what I mean? I feel things or think things, and then I blow them off, and then they blow up in my face ( Read more... )

So I joined a Facebook group in which I vowed to LJ once a day every day, and then I got sick. And I don't know if it's the stomach part of a sinus infection or some disease that's been traveling around the office or some degree of food poisoning. At any rate, it was nasty and it was ugly. So there was no LJing ( Read more... )

Do people recognize at all that Persia is a real place? That it's still in existence under a different name full of real people that are largely not white and of whom America largely isn't a real big fan?

If there were a prince of Persia, he would look like this:

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Since I haven't actually posted in a bazillion years, here's a quick update of what's going on in my life ( Read more... )

I don't know how it happens, but every year I forget how much I truly despise this time of year until comes. For the last decade or so of my life, it has been my deepest wish to go to sleep on October 30 and wake up on January 2. It hasn't happened yet, but I still hold out hope. I just want to sit in a nice hot bath and slit my wrists, but ( Read more... )