Well, here I am. People who know me love me whether they like it or not. It's a burden since I dislike most people. You can find My actual Life HERE. I have many fandoms, and many likes but I have yet to find passion in a past time. You are welcome as long as you behave.
I figure as long as STAN can live here, I can too. Here's round two.
I will freely admit, everyday of the week, that I am a Simon Pegg groupie. The man makes me laugh like few other people do, and he stole my zombie lovin' heart in Shaun of the Dead. It seems that Simon has run into some trouble of the supernatural kind. I'm sure it's viral marketing for something, but if you follow him or Nick Frost on Twitter, he's been talking about doors opening and closing and his dog going crazy at nothing. Now today both of them and Pegg's sister Katy all had the same tweet show up on their Twitter feeds. Είναι δικά μου τα παιδιά τώρα.Γιά εσένα έχουν χαθεί. Μην προσπαθήσεις να τα βρείς.
It's greek, and google has translated it a couple of different ways for me, the most fitting seeming to be "They are my children now. For you have lost. Do not try to find."
Demon, give me back my Simon Pegg. I'll go to hell and take you on myself to get him. I need his hilarity in my life!
Bossman benevolently fixed my spelling mistake I made in my own username 7 years ago. It's nice that it's right. In my eagerness I totally forgot that doing this would make my myO inaccessible. I love my little page over there where 5 years of my life are chronicled, and I do mourn that. But, on the upside I got promoted to senior otaku while he did it just 'cause he was feelin' nice. I've been a part of this community off and on for a long, long time and I knew that I would always be otakuite since I can't, and I mean CANNOT, draw and my writings don't get submitted through my own lack esteem and the fact that they are never an appropriate rating. Eh, anyway, thanks Bossman.
Back to work today, and I'm so sleepy. But Wednesday is my version of Friday so it's alright. I was scheduled for all kinds of OT this week and I totally blew it off and called in. It was legitimate this time though. I have FMLA med leave for anxiety and depression, and I figure if sitting on my couch weeping due to frustation and anxiety doesn't fit those things, nothing does.
I ordered a new phone, and it should be here next week. I hope I don't hate it. I love my little blackberry pearl and I wish tmobile still sold it. I ordered the Nokia Nuron. It was either that or the MyTouvh slide. Due to budgetary concerns I went with the Nuron. I hope I don't hate touch screen as much as I do now.... But, it is Nokia, and I trust them.
I had a beer with Jordan on Monday, and that turned into 4 hours of catching up. He said that he has been having anxiety attacks recently and apologized for not really having put much concern into my having them. I feel vindicated and I kind of want to be, "well take that! cha!" but even after everything, I'm still way more concerned for his well being than my own. Stupid love, who needs that?
To end on a completely random though, I hate talking to people about horror movies if they cannot say the word "horror" correctly. I always end up thinking we're talking about whore movies, and I don't wanna do that...
so falls wichita falls.
I couldn't sleep last night after my anxiety ridden day yesterday. I called in FMLA to work today. I am still in a weepy state> Blair triggered it, but I think Jordan made it worse. I asked him if he could spare half an hour to just give me someone to vent to. What did I get? "Well, I can in a couple of days, but I'm out right now and busy tomorrow." It was 5 in the fucking afternoon and you cant excuse yourself from being "out"? I'm pretty sure that I am jealous that he has increased his sociality while I have become mostly a hermit. It still bothers me that before we separated he wouldn't get off the couch for almost a year except for work, and now he's "out" most days a week. I"ve come to terms with the end of our marriage, but if/when he does start to see other people, it will devastate me.
Thank God I have med leave for crazy. My hip hurts from my fall yesterday. I feel like I'm feeble. [/emo again]
[edit]Jordan had time to see me today. We had a couple of beers and hung out for like 4 hours. we are both miserable. I'm kinda glad. Not that I want either of us to be miserable. I'm just glad I'm not the only one.
So, Blair is literally killing me and pushed my frustration level to the point of tears today. Her wedding is going to be the end of all life on Earth, I'm sure of it. I don't know how many times in the last 3 weeks I've said, "I can't fucking wait for July 18th so I never have to hear about plans for Blair's fucking wedding ever again." I'm literally sitting on my couch in tears because she not only broke the camel's back, my camel is buried under a mountain of straw. It's not ALL her fault, but it mostly is. It's going to be a very long week for me this week, and if I can make it through and no one gets murdered by me the world is a better place than I have ever given it credit for.
Monday to Thursday I'm putting in 40 hours at work. it's going to be a long week. I'm trying not to think about that and failing miserably. I might actually just lie down and sleep for a thousand years.
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I had some really whacky dreams about brushing my teath last night. All of them turned out badly. I don't know what that is supposed to mean. I slept til 11:30 this morning and it's about 20 minutes later and I'm still groggy. I'm actually still in bed, I just had to make a small hiatus from bed to put the dogs out. I need to get up and go pay my rent and buy dog food. other than that, my day is open and that's kind of nice since I will be working a shit ton of OT again this coming week. I looked to see what my check was going to be and was for once relieved instead of more stressed. Of course, if I would work consistantly instead of taking FMLA all the time, I wouldn't have to worry so much.
My nephew is competing in 3 events at Nationals for gymnastics this week. He took 8th in the nation in tumbling yesterday!! I love that kid, he just turned 12.
I cannot fucking wait until July 18th when I never have to hear about Blair's fucking wedding ever again. and just to add to it, a few weeks ago Lacy volunteered to plan the bachelorette party and now... NOW she has something else to do the day she said it would be and I have to plan the fucking thing. In my loathing of most things tacky and my poverty I have to buy a bunch of ridiculous penis shaped straws and stupid shit like that and put together a party. All because I love my friend who is driving my crazy and I don't want her to be sad and disappointed. Also it's self serving. If she's sad and disappointed, then I'm the one she will whine at.
