- Mood:
curious
Also, we've got pixies. And they need to stop taking My crap. I don't care if it's shiny, it's not yours.
That is all.
- Mood:
annoyed
The new place is nice, albeit tiny. Just over 500 square feet. But they're our 500 square feet. Not anyone else's but ours, as long as we pay our rent. And that? That is a fucking amazing feeling.
Of course, the place is also a wreck. We've got all our stuff here, and nowhere to put it. We have clothes but no dressers, books but no bookcase, a metric ton of DVDs and no rack. More than half of our apartment is dark, due to there being no light fixtures at all in the bedroom, and a wall blocking half of the living room from receiving the benefit of the single light fixture there. We, of course, do not have lamps, although they are next on the list. Even higher than dressers, I think, I don't do well in darkness. Or I do ridiculously well in darkness, and that turns out to be bad for other people. One of the two.
So, you can imagine how hard it is to unpack when you're really just taking things out of boxes and suitcases and putting them in "um... that pile for now, I guess. No, the one in the corner." We're doing our best though, and I'm continually scouting Craigslist for things we can use. Which is about what I can do today. I'm on lighy duty since, after making it through the heavy lifting of the move without any ill effect, I threw My back out lifting My mom's suitcase into the car yesterday. I swear, they packed bricks.
One thing I will say is that it's nice to have a fully stocked kitchen. Not in terms of food (we've got none of that, until tomorrow when I can go shopping), but in terms of necessary appliances and hardware. Virtually everything we got when we were married was kitchen related, and now we actually get to use it. Also, we're looking at this stuff for the first time in 11 months, in many cases, and using it for the very first time. We're just as happy with it as we were when we opened the presents, and as happy as we were when we (I, Colin didn't give a crap what went on there) added it to the registry. So, that's reassuring, as I was half convinced that we'd look at everything again, and we (I, Colin doesn't care what it looks like) would hate it and have a bit of a breakdown, since I'm overdue for one. And who could blame Me, I've spent the past few days getting a couple hours of sleep a night, and essentially running on pure stress.
Pictures of the apartment will be posted as soon as we get it in order enough to take pictures, since I found My camera, yay! Until then, y'all get to look at My Second Life avatar being a goldfish.
( Behind a cut, to save your friends list. )
And now, I'm off to buy dishsoap and wash every dish we own, since they're all dusty, at the very least. I know, you are all jealous, but I cannot help having the most exciting life.
- Location:My new home
- Mood:
accomplished - Music:Construction? Sounds like it,anyway.
Can monogamy work? Sure, and often does. Is it the only option? Oh, hell no.
Edit: Ok, for the benefit of the rest of you. Mostly, those who insist on saying that Sean Connery is hot.
- Mood:
amused
- Mood:
nostalgic
Backstory: The first line of My profile says "I've found him," and then I specify that I'm no longer actively looking.
Email from "Amy7"
you found him? are you serious? are you on drugs? you're a pretty girl but dumb. listen hun. you CANNOT find him...because he does not exist. these male creatures are selfish sex freaks who do not devote themselves. they are not selfless and loyal servants. they are cheap thrill seekers and self-absorbed. You'll have to learn the hard way. ~sighs.
Ok..now show me your sexy ass.
all my love,
amy
Any thoughts,
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dacianfalx ? ;-)- Mood: amused
tendyl .There's at least one person on your LiveJournal that wants to date you or sleep with you. So, let's play Friends With Benefits!
The rules are simple:
* If you want to be in a relationship with the person who posts this, post a comment saying "I'm yours."
* If you just want to sleep with the person and stay friends, post a comment that says "I'd hit it."
* If you would like to go on a date with the person just to see where it goes, post a comment that says, "Are you busy tonight?"
Are you scared? You ONLY live ONCE! The kicker is that you MUST repost this and see if it's true for you.
All comments screened.
- Mood: curious
- Mood:They don't have "bemused." Huh
( Under a cut, because I'm fucking nice like that )
I do not like feeling that I've gotten sidetracked, and am now ranting about a completely different thing. This may mean that I'm done. Expect more drunken ramblings (and hopefully some not-so-drunken ramblings) in the near future.
For those of you who don't know, I was hired as a temp, to work for a contractor, to work for NIH. A bit convoluted. But the way I found out that I had become superfluous was not by the people I work under talking to me when that became apparent. It was not by the contractor calling me and saying "Hey, we no longer need someone for that position." It was via a call from the temp agency, who was apparently as confused as I was. With no advance notice. I didn't even know to bring in a box to cart my shit home in.
The good news is that for some reason, the contractor wants to keep paying me for the next two weeks. That's how the temp agency phrased it, "they want to keep paying you." Hey, if that's the case, I won't say no. Also, the agency has a couple of new positions I may be interested in, so I may not be on the market for long. I've also been looking around at job stuff (yeah, I wasn't expecting to be in this one forever, obviously), so I've got a couple saved that I was thinking of applying to anyway.
I'm not broken up about it or anything. While I enjoy this office, I didn't feel like I was doing anything really relevant (the things they had me write up were not used, for the most part), and things were getting a bit slow. I'm amused at the way I found out, and not looking forward to starting the search again, but not feeling much other than that. We'll see how I am in a few hours, once it's had time to sink in.
Regardless of how I feel, though, I think I have to take part in the time-honored tradition of, on finding out that I've been terminated, getting completely plotzed. Here's to an incoherent evening.
Edited to add: I just read the last entry I posted (aside from the silly quizzes) and my eye was drawn to my wish to have a couple of weeks off to spend with my loves. I was forced to snerk. And now, back to packing up my desk.
Edited AGAIN to add: Oh. Ok. So, I just went to get my last timesheet signed, and hand over my key, parking pass, that sort of thing... and the people I handed them to were absolutely not surprised, and wished me luck. So obviously, they knew. And I did not. That does tick me off a bit, some warning would have been nice. What, were they afraid I'd just not come in? ~pissed~
- Mood:
confused
missmiyani sent to me...My favorite would be the concept of gender-fucking as a verb, and how vampires would go about doing such a thing. It... actually seems to work better than you'd think. Also, I'm very happy about the rhythm from four to two.
missmiyani resolves to...Spend more time with my fetish clubs.
Cut down to ten trances a day.
Keep my dethklok clean.
Backup my genderqueer regularly.
Stop flogging with
blushingflower.Aside from the whole "flogging
blushingflower" thing, this is actually fairly workable. First person to offer to "clean my (deth)klok" is in trouble. Not the happy fun kind.And now, back to work. Why couldn't 'slack off more' have been one of the resolutions? Right, because I need the justification of "the Intarwebz told me to."
- Mood:
tired
Thank you, Lady, and may the gods be with you.
... which consists mostly of staring at a document on a screen, and failing to resist the temptation to just go back to Livejournal. I gotta get out of here.
In other news... it's almost christmas! Um... whee? I've never been much for celebrating holidays, except for My borderline unhealthy obsession with packages (I got a box I got a box I got a box... seriously, who cares what's in it, I got a box!!) I suppose, though, I could look at it as this being My first holiday as a married person, as well as My first holiday season with dacianfalx, and those are both wonderful things. But dammit, I'd really just rather have a week off to spend with each of them, and not have to worry about the rest of this crap.
Bah, humbag. :P
In other news, speaking of spending time with husbands, C -finally- gets home today. He's spent one night at home in the past week, and only about 16 actual awake hours. Screw you, Jordanians, go away now.
I should be a diplomat. It would go really well.
But yes, he's coming home. Just in time, I think, for us to go to class, so it's not even like I get to spend quality time with him until tomorrow night. But then, there will be cuddles, dammit.
And two days after that, I'm off to see dacianfalx again! I'll admit, I'll be happiest when he's down here for good, because I'll get to see him more (read: constantly), but I'm doing better than I expected with this driving-14-hours-every-other-weekend thing. I haven't fought with Me yet, so I'm still good company, I actually get some alone time (although I figured out this week what "too much alone time" is), and it is generally a plusgood feeling.
I am having a bit of a tougher time with the distance than I was, say, a month ago. And honestly, it's hard not being able to just run over and hug him when he needs it, or go get a kiss when I need it, or just be able to hang out when we want, but I don't think that's it. It's something more like... He's MINE. It's My job to PROTECT him, and how can I DO that when I'm not THERE?! And yeah, he's a big guy in many ways, he doesn't need much protecting, but dammit, it's My JOB. And something I've gotten fairly rabid about doing, too. I'm not usually prone to this kind of protective urge. Even when kaci (former sub of Mine, is the only currently relevant backstory) was miserable, and other people were contributing to it, I was kinda "I'm sorry it sucks, little one, and I will do absolutely anything I can to help," but without the "I'll kill him!" I feel whenever someone so much as looks at dacianfalx funny.
I'm not saying I mind it. I've always been one of those scary people who feels significantly more alive when My violence trigger is tripped, and it's just one more way in which dacianfalx gets My blood flowing again. It's just interesting that it's hitting Me like this. And speaking of tripping My violence trigger, if anyone says the words "maternal instinct"... :P Honestly, though, it's not that. It is something like an urge to protect family, but it's a much more possessive, grabby kind of instinct. More like the alpha male of the pride/pack, a proprietary urge rather than "I birthed that, fuckers. Keep away." I am actually very, very happy with the fact that I don't think of dacianfalx like I birthed him, and would like to keep it that way, thankyewverymuch. The words "ew" and "OW!" are both springing to mind.
Anyway. It's probably time to stare blankly at a document for a bit longer. And maybe explore some job sites when no one's looking. But mostly, look productive.
Oh yeah, and the icon is apropos of nothing, except maybe some budding PMS. I just got a ton of new icons, and want to use them. It's fun for Me.
- Location:Is it sad that I think of My cubicle as My den?
- Mood:
predatory - Music:taptaptap... tap... taptap...
I'm feeling the urge to be ridiculously self-destructive. Who's in?
- Mood:
pissed off
But I feel much better, at least physically. Mentally, I'm still a bit scattered, but that'll fix itself, um... later. When? We're not really sure. Maybe on the drive this weekend.
On a completely different note... if I have, say, a husband, and this husband talks in his sleep about every 15 minutes until well after 2 in the damn morning, is that grounds for justifiable homicide? I'm kinda thinking it is, but I'd appreciate confirmation from any sharp legal minds.
... I need a nap.
- Mood: tired
So of course, this is the time for the cold I sort-of have to emerge full force, yeah?
STOP SNEEZING!!
Yeah, that didn't work.
I really am looking forward, though, to having a few days to recoup. I'll get to rest, I'll get to ~gasp~ meditate for the first time in weeks, and I may even get to finish Boudica, which I've been attempting to do for the past month. I'm one of those people who actually gets depressed if I don't have time to curl up with a book fairly regularly. And this is some book. Aw, hell, I may even go get the other three (two of which I used to have, but were stolen from Me), and just start all over.
Side note: Mel Gibson's directing a Boudica movie? AND YOU'RE SPELLING BOUDICA WRONG (Unless IMDB just fucked up the title)?! WTF, mate?
/rage
Anyway. Yes. Weekend off. I've been feeling particularly scattered recently, and it will be wonderful to be able to work on Myself a bit, and put things in order. Also, I've promised Myself that I'm going to start looking at the weird energy things I do on instinct, and make them purposeful, so it'll be amazing to have some time to do that. Yaaaaaaay, I'manna be invisible like Granny Weatherwax!
I am also looking forward to spending some time with C's girlfriend. Our girlfriend? Yeah, that has yet to be resolved. I'm seeing her as, for Me, a friend I kiss and cuddle, and maybe this weekend we can actually make that clear. Oh, frabjous day. But regardless, I haven't seen her since BR08, and I kinda miss her, and feel kinda neglectful. And I found a bat. Yes, it's relevant. Poor s. :D
And this is when the Miya realizes she had no real reason to post. Apparently, now is the time to ramble. And yes, I finished My first (eensy tiny) glass of Celtic Crossing, and I've eaten exactly one cookie today, but that has nothing to do with it.
Tonight is going to be fun. I should probably see about actually eating something. While I'm all for people being happy, I don't think I have it in Me to be really pro-ana. Nor do I have the willpower.
Ken, Stanley, Mouseling... free in the next few days?
- Mood:
restless
~ahem~ Sorry, I'll try that again.
Hey, love, I found an event that looks like it could be a great deal of fun. I'd love to try it out with you. Interested?
- Mood:
mischievous
- Mood:
surprised
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