I'm prepping to leaving. The car is mostly packed and I'm nervously keeping an eye on it outside the window. I'm going to be driving across the damn country - again. This kind of sucks because I'll be alone. It kind of sucks because I'm waiting for tomorrow to leave. This kind of sucks because I'm not completely ready to go, although I'm well ( Read more... )

So it's a thousand years later. It's been so long that I'm just about to return to Cambridge after a three-year absence - my life self-destructed about the time I started this journal and I think May was when I decided to get the hell out of Dodge.
I've been in this dry shithole of a town - San Diego - long enough to turn me inside out and upside ( Read more... )

the intimidating first recent post is going to be about my move. i've been chewing it over & over and can't find satisfaction here; it is still only because of the nice weather that i live here in san diego. that is no reason to stay somewhere.
the most important reason i have to move is, of course, to save money for surgery. i need to move ( Read more... )

Today I look like Cajun Monkeygirlxx because on Saturday I had my third, and hopefully final, laser hair removal treatment. Smells like barbecue and looks like boiling oil was sprayed onto a horrid sunburn that is only on the facial hair regions (neck, lower face) and hurts like being stung by wasps during and just after, and by today it itches and ( Read more... )

Yesterday, the Evil Ewok & I went shopping. I got a beautiful ankle-length Tibetan wrap skirt & some girly tops (with the spaghetti straps) - and my first bra. Wow. A strangely empowering little slip of spandex - like a training sports bra. It's hot pink, the only color they had.
I'm going shopping today for some more (one is obviously insufficient ( Read more... )

So I'm lazy. Sue me. I can't stand to look at a computer screen at home since I use one all day long. But no worries, I'm working on my writing. I think I'll work on paper & then type it in.
Rolls is here from Singapore; it's been so long since I've seen him, and I can't wait to eat dinner tonite - he's cooking. Hoorah! Friday is cool.
I miss a ( Read more... )

So I suck at journals. I'll try to do better in the future.
What a roller-coaster ride. I don't recognise my face in the mirror sometimes. My mom says I'm fat. Not really, but I just look like a chubby B to her - the face is rounding and the chest chubbing. No real breast growth yet, although hair is receding all over. I'm informed that more hairs ( Read more... )

H-Day is like D-Day: the day hormones storm my Normandy. Nazi masculine forces rally against the ragged but increasing Allied hormones, and soon Europe will be feminine and free.

Well, my first Wednesday morning without a Buffy psychic hangover. It's so flat. I did enjoy Witchblade, however.
Well, I'm off to work for the moment ... more later.