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Tired and cranky and bitching about things that happened that I can't change, where there wasn't a thing I could do that wouldn't mean I ended up the asshole ( Read more... ) -
I know he didn't say it first, but he was the first one I heard it from...
My dad was a DIY kind of guy - he fixed most everything around the house when I was growing up, and usually with an actual minimum of cursing and screaming (except for wallpapering - my mother and I would actually arrange to be out of the house all weekend when he was wallpapering to spare him our presence and us his frustration). All in all a ( Read more... ) -
I swear I had something to say.
Intellectually, I recognize that it's part of the condition, a baseline of the state, that being clinically depressed means I can answer "How are you?" in two honest and completely contradictory ways ( Read more... ) -
Monologue vs Dialogue
I'd like to say "I'm only going to say this once," but I'm sure it's going to come up over and over again throughout the years. However: I only want to say this once.
If you have a problem with me personally, a problem with something I'm doing, with some way that I treated you, or your friend, or your cat, or a parked car, or whatever you got, ( Read more... ) -
Resolution
This year, for my birthday, I will give myself the present of having all my law school applications done and sent in so that I can enjoy the Superbowl in peace. -
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I have to get up for work in six hours. Lately, the thought of going to work makes me want to cry; I don't think it's the job itself, and I know it's not the people at work. It's just me finally being sick of working in retail. I'm sick of nine hours days. I'm sick of doing something that a well-trained ape could do. I'm sick of being vastly too ( Read more... ) -
Triumph, success, VICTORY!
Started back at work today. Went vastly better than I was afraid it would. If today was any indication of my co-worker's levels of give-a-shit, I'm going to blow them all out of the water. The manager already obviously like me.
But that's not what I'm writing to talk about.
If any of you have been to 365 Tomorrows today, you may have noticed that ( Read more... ) -
60, 60, 24, 7, 52.
My father's still gone ( Read more... ) -
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Thank you. Everyone. I don't really know what to say; there's been a huge, (hopefully) heartfelt outpouring of love and sympathy about the death of my father, and I just wanted to say that it means a lot to me ( Read more... ) -
I pretty much hate all of you
Well, The Homecoming has been different from what I expected. Isn't that always the way of things, especially big events? It's wonderful and stressful and strange and good to be home, watching the almost-organic way my apartment has filled with familiar things in just over a week, but at the same time there have only been a few familiar faces- and ( Read more... )