I have discovered that I just "can't deal" with the internet social scene. Regardless of the reasons, it hurts my feelings [probably disproportionately] when close friends do not want to be connected, especially when everyone else is. People always have good reasons, but regardless, it hurts me to be that person.

And for someone who always eschewed ( Read more... )

I posted a bulletin on myspace about "friends" dropping off like flies (possibly bands or deadbeats from years ago) and Tucker left the following comment:

Speaking of friends and flies... One time I had fruit flies on my kitchen counter. There were about four of them their names were Soren, Johnny, Krystine, and Sally, and they all looked like they ( Read more... )

Okay, so I took the two-Q test that Tina took, and here are my results. Honestly, though; they offer you three answers to choose from, and none of them quite fit me. Oh well.
And now that I have actually read all the results, I realize it's pretty right-on-the-money. I especially like the cartoons.

4- the Individualist

Thanks for taking the test !


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I've been thinking. It's dangerous, I know.  But in my usual fashion, my mind has been busy cogitating and cogging, like the innards of a clock. I'm constantly thinking, but never arriving at solutions, just going in circles. My writing is the face of it.

Anyway, I've come up with a metaphor, or a symbol really, that I think is apt. Bear with me ( Read more... )

I love these lyrics because they're so intelligent yet resigned and sarcastic yet gentle. The tune is kind of sad and pretty, which adds to the sarcasm and humor. He's really such a smart, philosophical guy, but the kind you could drink a beer with ( Read more... )

I've entered a new stage in my relationship with Mom. Without digressing into explanations of the other, psychologically messed-up ways we used to interact (like the sleuth and the bandit, or the mommy-daughter switch), I'll instead happily say that we can now converse like well-balanced adults, and talk on the phone for long periods of time, late ( Read more... )

Working at 7 Eleven means lots of free food and drink whenever I want it. For a naturally overweight person, this isn't necessarily a good thing. Especially since I'm otherwise poor. But the fact that I walk everywhere and enjoy working hard (and that I'm taking an antidepressant that behaves like a low-grade speed) does counterbalance the problem ( Read more... )

Strange. I didn't know I was doing so well.

I applied for food stamps recently, and just found out today that I'm 13 dollars over the income limit for August. If I weren't working at the library those 3 days next week, I'd be getting a hundred bucks in food stamps. Imagine my frustration; I spent all of July with virtually no money, collections ( Read more... )

There's a lot going on right now ( Read more... )

So this is my first livejournal entry. I'm a writer, or supposed to be, and yet I have very little to say. It's August, the Muse is on vacation, and I just started working at 7-11 so I'm feeling less than gifted. I'm not saying I let jobs define me, but when I looked in the mirror the other day and saw my face with the "7-Eleven" logo right below ( Read more... )