Wow. It's been over a year since I last wrote anything here, and even longer since I've written anything meaningful. Crazy. I used to live for blogging. Then I got too busy, too old, and too boring ( Read more... )

Being alone with your thoughts is a dangerous pastime.

Sometimes it makes you remember. Sometimes it makes you forget.

Two months alone has taken its toll.

Just remembered this was still out here. I think I will start writing again. I think my sparkle is back for good.

I quit my job today! Well, I put in my two week notice...so technically I still have a few days to suffer through. I feel semi-guilty for putting in my resignation while my boss is on vacation, but perhaps it's better this way. I'm also out of the office Thursday and Friday to get my wisdom teeth out, so I feel partially guilty about cheating them ( Read more... )

My new work motto: By next week, will all be just a bad memory ( Read more... )

I feel productive today. I looked for jobs, inquired about new places to live, and ordered some books. All while watching Nick at Nite on vicodin (this ankle sprain is not so bad after all).

Tonight, life is good.

I wish I had the motivation to write more often. My work is a cold, uninspiring place that has really pushed me into this weird, depressed-ish funk that I absolutely hate and cannot shake. I don't like doing anything anymore. I don't feel like I'm good at anything. My social skills are next to nothing because work people are mean, I have no friends ( Read more... )

I wish one day I could feel like his commitment to me and to our relationship was more important or at least on par with his commitment to World of Warcraft and these people that he doesn't even know irl ( Read more... )

Sometimes the only way out is the front door.

New plan: move to California.