Can't stand the new-fangled technology with too many bells and whistles pushing you to do things you don't want to do.

LJ all the way ;-)

I really need a different job.

Originally posted by janni at Tails might get pounced. Wrestling is inevitable.

Can't manage working 70 hours in a week. That's what working full-time plus part-time would be. If I were doing a play, or painting for a gallery exhibition that would be manageable; the work would feed my soul. Can't type medical notes for 70 hours a week without become clinically depressed. WHOOPS, TOO LATE.

I guess I'm going to have to figure out some other way to make a trip to England for a wedding and then a quick visit to Sweden next September. Oh, and how I'm going to make it through the rest of my life as a single woman.

Originally posted by kylecassidy at post

Whoops, might have just posted something a bit inappropriately revealing of my emotional state on Twitter. Guess I had better down a few bupropion, I seem to have forgotten lately ;-)

I do miss being kissed, though.

Well, darling boy it seems I have missed a day of blogging. Probably inevitable, since it's ME. Let's see what has happened in the last day or two...oh, okay. You probably don't want to know any of it; same old playing games with women's reproductive health from the States and now England as well, blah blah fucking blah. Bald old men need to shut up about women's genitals.

The weather here is holding at "cooler"; my heat came on this morning. WEIRD. Everyone seems to have the late-August doldrums. There is a lot of complaining about having foggy heads. I think it's late summer panic. Winter is coming ;-)

Your friends have been excellent (and HILARIOUS) about promoting dustpiggies.com. You are loved and you are missed. See you soon.

(I told my friend I was going to keep a journal while he was on "radio silence" to show him when he got back. Well. Not all of it, I do go on sometimes).

Today got cold. I enjoyed it. You are getting ready for your trip as I write this. Hopefully you're not completely stressed out but I know you probably are. Love you, baby duck. Fingers crossed it goes well.

I had another lesson in just how stupid I can be when it comes to matters of the heart. I'm an idiot. But I think for the last time in this particular scenario. Yay. At least I'm crying less this time and managed to eat half my supper. (Not that I'm wasting away. I, too, have the BMI of a fat dog).

Everyone else seems to be fine. Certain other people are more than fine. Fuckers.

I have been going through your comic archive again, laughing my head off. Posted some of them to Twitter and even got a few retweets for them. We will hold the line while you're away ;-)

Julian Assange did an Evita Peron from a balcony today. Some Republican on a federal Science & Technology committee told an interviewer that women who are "legitimately raped" don't usually get pregnant; apparently doctors told him their bodies manage to repel the invading sperm. You might have heard some of this but...yeah. It's fucked up, man.

It's getting dark now. I feel a bit nauseated due to the (self-inflicted) emotional turmoil of the last few days. Maybe I'll finally learn from the pain and the universe won't have to keep bitch-slapping me. (Hey! It could happen!)

Night night, bub. Thinking of you.

Where does hope go, when it goes? And why? And why doesn't fear and hate and suicidal thinking disappear into the same black hole as hope?

Yes, I know, these are not new questions and Buddha asked them quite along time ago. He even found some answers. IT STILL PISSES ME OFF!