I'm officially unemployed for the first time in years.

I kind of like knowing I don't have to get up in the morning.

Someone in my workplace is trying to kill me. It's the only reasonable explanation for the bowls of candy corn that somehow sprung up all over the office today. Halloween? A mere excuse for death by candy.

(I think I consumed my entire body weight in pure sugar today.)

So by now most of you know, and those who don't know have guessed, and those who haven't guessed or been told probably don't care all that much, but I feel a formal announcement is somehow apropos ( Read more... )

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( In which CJ rambles about her body )

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I'm tired of the secrecy, the hypocrisy, the backstabbing that's taken the place of relationships I used to call friendships ( Read more... )

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I had this dream last night. (Sam, Carol's on this too, because she's, you know, Carol, but the dream's the reason I was weepy when I got up this morning. Well, that, and the hormones.) I had this dream. I was, you know, an adult, and I was in bed and my mother was sitting on the edge of the bed feeding me (well, ( Read more... )

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Eight weeks.

Longer than ever before.

This is really going to happen.

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[Locked to Sam]

Things I've eaten today: Salad. Pretzels. Corn nuts. Lays Dill Pickle Potato Chips (don't mock). A roast beef sandwich.

Number of times I've thrown up: Zero.

Number of, um, shared exes of ours I ran into: One.

Number of times I contemplated hitting him but changed my mind because of the agents surrounding him: Four.

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