I ditched my blog yesterday, and damn did it feel good! I've been considering it for a long time now, and finally decided I should just get off my indecisive ass and do it. For a split second, as the post was publishing, I got worried ( Read more... )

I said goodbye to R. today. He wasn't supposed to be deployed until tomorrow, but they moved it up and gave everyone 24 hours notice. My mother cried, but I just sat there, feeling numb. The other soldiers and their families were giving me curious looks as I waited there, dry eyed amidst their weeping ( Read more... )

Remember the leaky bathroom ceiling? I think they're *finally* fixing it, and only because I called them first thing this morning demanding either blood or a repairman. Last night, as I was going through the whole brush-teeth-wash-and-moisturize-face routine, I felt something drip on me. I looked up, and the ceiling was leaking from seven ( Read more... )

This morning, I finally posted to my blog. In poetically vague fashion, I said ( Read more... )

So I really need to get a phone that's not cordless. Last night as I was talking to T. in MO and E. in OR on a three way call, my phone predictably started to die. It has done that *every damn time* I try to talk with them ( Read more... )

I felt very ephemeral today, as though I were already one step removed from the world around me. I am of course aware that people are transient and that the earth doesn't stop existing just because we do, but the feeling was disconcerting nonetheless ( Read more... )

This has got to be my least favorite day of the week. I rarely even think of it in terms of "Sunday" anymore. It has been, for as long as I can remember, "Laundry Day". It was Laundry Day at my father's house, as he was a great believer in routine, and I kept the tradition once I moved out- mainly because, as much as I hate doing the laundry, it ( Read more... )

My bathroom ceiling is leaking ( Read more... )

No matter how much I deny it, sometimes it's fun to be girly with a friend over her crush. Especially when you're past the stereotypical age of crushes.

This is so reminiscent of high school. Has it really been that long?

I should not get disappointed when B doesn't understand me. I came into this relationship knowing that we were two very different people. I knew from day one that he was pragmatic, and I fanciful.

I knew he didn't see the world through my eyes.

I didn't know it would hurt this much.