I couldn't make this shit up if I tried. We were watching a movie this afternoon and in the middle of it, there's a random ass song by none other than Elliott Smith. Fortunately it wasn't one of the ones I drowned myself in after Santi. God only knows what I would have done if it was. But the dude had impeccable timing and helped me get past it ( Read more... )

Because the past will never let me go, even when I'm trying to move on: had a dream the other night that started out with the knitting group moving home base to Chip's, then morphed into me attending some sort of educational facility that Santi was also at. I kept trying to catch his eye without being obvious about it because apparently I had ( Read more... )

Kim's engaged. It was weird for me at first but I got over it and now I'm mostly just excited ( Read more... )

I'd kill right now for a shoulder to cry on. I need some sort of physical comfort and have nowhere to turn. Haven't had for a while ( Read more... )

I somehow managed to win myself membership in the national tapestry weaving guild, plus a free entry into an exhibition during the big weaving conference this summer. It's unjuried, so any schmuck with $40 and a small tapestry piece can be in it, but what the hell. I can add it to my list of life accomplishments. It has to be in by the end of ( Read more... )

So Kim really was keeping quiet about her boyfriend around me out of sensitivity. She's a damn treasure. I told her I'd noticed and appreciated. Really is my local bff despite my claims otherwise ( Read more... )

I never deactivated my profile on the women-only dating app. Last Friday, I got a like from a cute girl whose location is allegedly 5 miles from me. (Not on any of my nice pictures, mind you. On the one of me with the Brewers racing sausages. Because why should life make sense.) I eventually said screw it and liked one of her pics. And she ( Read more... )

Why is it that out of all the people who aren't in my life anymore, it's the one I don't want back who keeps trying? Couple weeks ago, I left the bar and had to walk past N to get to my car. He asked how I'm doing and I said lousy because I am, and am too tipsy to care about social niceties. Why? Because I have problems. Blah blah blah...do ( Read more... )

Not two days after telling G that I have a hard time believing anyone cares about me, that I have problems trusting people, that everyone leaves me ( Read more... )

Kim said to me yesterday that she's glad I'm still showing up on Mondays even though things are tough for me right now. And that if I disappear for too long, she'll show up at my house and she'll have a boombox and it'll be creepy and awesome ( Read more... )