Owing to the, owing to the soldier in us all ( Read more... )

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I wish you wanted to meet my daughter.  And have a happy, beautiful life together, as I know that we could.  But that is likely not to be what you're looking for... nor- at least, perhaps, and  to my heart's greatest discontent, I suppose it is simply not what you would ever again hope to look for in me.  Some things are just too hard to try for, ( Read more... )

Nothing has changed.  Months and months, and nothing has changed ( Read more... )

i need to make coffee.  i have to do my taxes: tonight!  i think i just really forgot about them.  and i had a baby [for the first time] within this fiscal year [[appropriate use, i hope?..not technically sure.]]  and that makes the process seem more ominous and complex.... supposed to be easy online these days, right?  at least marcy's asleep with ( Read more... )

things are complicated ( Read more... )

marcy will be ten months old in a week.  she's been walking more than a month now, and she loves it.  she's so mobile, fast, active, everywhere.  and pretty much brilliant.  she has a wonderful baby-sized sense of humor, too.  she's pretty damn good company, actually.  she's not really talking yet, although she does say a whole lot of whatever she ( Read more... )

i just scrolled down my journal a bit, and noticed "and i'm off on weekends".  my ass.  mandatory overtime.  i worked today, and i'm working tomorrow.  fucking seven days/week.  i've worked every weekend so far since i started.  it was supposed to be a monday-friday deal.  i like my job, but the rush/priority/'fuck you we pay you so do what we say ( Read more... )

ugh, nevermind...i'm sleepy.