It’s raining in Rensselaerville, baby…


fucking anderson

It’s been an interesting day on Facebook.

College friends, high school friends, and friends from towns/villages I can’t even spell are lifting my spirits today.

It’s been hard work finding a job. There’s nothing out there that I’m qualified for that I haven’t already applied for. Even my recruiters are coming up empty handed.

But, we joked about FB introducing hashtags, #LoveActually, Jammie Dodgers and Jelly Babies, bitched about tourist season, remembered good times (and boys in drag), and quoted Counting Crows.

There was also a conversation about Bellatrix Lestrange and Hermione Granger being dominatrices and doubling up on Harry Potter, but that - thankfully - was off of Facebook. Some of my friends who don’t know about this blog (for a reason) definitely do NOT need to know that that might have been my contribution to the conversation. (Although “Spank my bum, Harry” started my decent into perversion, so he’s not COMPLETELY innocent in all of this.)

I lost count of the number of times that I choked on my coffee this morning, but holy crap it was so worth it. There was even a moment where I was cleaning snarfed coffee off my poor laptop. I have missed you, Duke of Stud, more than I think either of us could imagine. I’m glad you’re better - you’re more yourself than you’ve been in a very long time.

I mentioned the other day that I’ve been crap at “family” - it’s definitely the hardest of my three words. It’s also the one I tend to let slide in pursuit of succeeding with self and create…

I love when I’m reminded that the family I’ve managed to create for myself is pretty damn awesome.

Thank you guys - from the bottom of my heart.

I’m going to go cry now…

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