There are a million small things that remind me of my mom.

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I wish I wanted to write here when I wasn't angry, but here I am, angry again ( Read more... )

So, I was laid off from my job of 6 years yesterday. The worst part is that I cried in front of my co-workers. As I walked out of the office with my desk in a box, I was sad but not worried ( Read more... )

I don't feel like sleeping, so I'm sitting in bed listening to the new Ryan Adams and updating various things.

Jonathan Safran came up on a podcast the other day talking about his book Eating Animals. I've known I need change my eating habits for a long time, but it is really difficult for me to fathom the loss of half-price burger night and ( Read more... )

It pains me to say this, but I think I need to cut all caffeine out of my diet. For the safety of myself and others.

Listening to Digital Planet on a late drive home last night, I heard about 'social network overload' and I realized I absolutely suffer from this fake disease. The "symptoms" are all things I've been complaining about for months -- low attention span, poor short-term memory, etc. At this point I'll try anything, so I have hidden the Facebook app on ( Read more... )

I'm sorry I haven't posted much in the way of happy recently. Truth is, things have been meh to emotional since the days started getting shorter. It's only the third Christmas without my mom, and we're already acting as if this is the way it's always been. My dad got a new stocking, new tree, new life. I still like to believe my mom is coming back ( Read more... )

I just figured out I'm making minimum wage at my weekend job. Which is totally what I'm worth, you know, with 5+ years experience, simultaneously in charge of four major market radio stations, and broadcasting to tens of thousands of people a night. In fact, $8.55 is GENEROUS for such little responsibility. I know I'm lucky to have a job and ( Read more... )

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My dad's wedding is tomorrow, and I think I could cry all weekend. On top of everything else, I'm exhausted and can't nap after work because I have to take the cat to the vet. I don't even believe my "as long as dad's happy" bullshit anymore. I'm not fucking ready, but nobody asked me ( Read more... )