Running away from my problems (the temporary solution) has resulted in a definitely unhealthy obsession with tumblr and the beauty of Benedict Cumberbatch.
See also: Sherlock. That damn opening credits sequence really makes me want to run to London and never come back.
*shakes fist at BBC America and Netflix for ruining my life*
guinness’ big day out :: march 23, 2012
I don’t have very many pictures on my MacBookPro, hence the tumblr spam… but I did find this piece of wonderful.
I took that day off because I saw ‘The Hunger Games’ at midnight. Boy Wonder requested my presence at work for ‘an hour, max’. So I put Guinney in the crate and went in.
THIS is the aftermath of what I came home to.
Someone was thirsty, got out of the crate, and got himself some water. Unfortunately, he didn’t know how to stop the flow of the water once he turned it on.
All of those towels were SOAKED. And I had to get more.
Thankfully, he hasn’t pulled that crap since that day…
‘borrowed’ from the bloggess and used without permission
Just when I think I can’t love Jenny Lawson enough, she brings us this little piece of magic.
I’m definitely a statue-vian. Have been since I watched “Blink”.
50K words into my 2012 NaNoWriMo attempt, I realized that the two most powerful scenes of my story aren’t really where they belong. Putting them in the correct places in the narrative changes the entire flow and pretty much necessitate a re-write of the entire thing.
To quote Dean Winchester, “SON OF A BITCH!”
Doing some clean up:
- Foursquare - done.
- Instagram - done.
- One of my three twitter accounts - gone.
- My Facebook and ‘real’ twitter accounts are about to go under the knife as well - time to double check who has access to what.
- I’m getting rid of cell phone numbers that are clogging up my address book.
It’s freeing. It’s also necessary.
I need to take control of my life again.
It’s time to delete some of the unnecessary noise.
I’m learning who my real friends are and who deserves my loyalty. I’m not surprised any more by who will make the cut and who won’t. I know who has my back and who doesn’t.
I’m facing the music and realizing where the bipolar fits in my life.
As a result, I need to figure out where a lot of shit fits in with the bipolar.
I’m even thinking about walking away from this blog…
I’d start blogging somewhere else (of course), but I think this URL needs to be retired.