Monday, June 17, 2013

Case of the Mondays

I wish my drug dealer could explain to me why I go through TERRIBLE withdrawal when I take my happy pill late (or not at all). I slept in way too late this morning, and took my pills about three hours later than I used to when I worked. Normally, I’m only an hour late, but lately, I don’t give a fuck.

The only problem with not giving a fuck is that within a few hours, I do find myself giving a fuck.

A HUGE fuck.

The headache. The nausea. The sensitivity to light. It’s like a migraine, but it’s not. It’s a direct correlation of cause and effect, so I know it’s not a migraine. Luckily enough, OTC migraine meds do a decent job.

However, they haven’t taken the edge off yet, so I just want to curl up in a ball and die.

Taking today off the job search to do just that…

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I was going through a bunch of photos this morning, looking for a few specific ones, and they’re not where they belong.

I had no ideas that pictures could up and walk away.

However, I found several family pictures that I didn’t know my mother took. I know she took them - outside of the obvious fact that she’s not in them - because of her fingers. I don’t know how many pictures I have of her fingers, but there are a lot of them. A metric shit ton of them.

Thankfully, the horrible photographer gene was not part of the genetic package she handed down.

I suppose it goes without saying that I’d rather have that than the bipolar.

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Rewatching the remake of ‘Fright Night’ because David Tennant! And Anton Yelchin! I learned on tumblr that that’s the kid from the Star Trek reboot. I obviously don’t pay enough attention to movies when I watch them at home.

(The more time I spend on tumblr, the worse I get… I actually texted someone “Because fuck you. That’s why.” A perfectly sound response in that world. Not so much over here in the growed up/real world. My spelling is also getting worse. I! NEED! A!  JOB!)

(Also, while I’m speaking parenthetically about my newfound terrible grammar, I’d also like to apologize - AGAIN - to my British friends. Writing fan fic based on British radio and tv programmes is killing both my spelling and my vocabulary and my pronunciation. If we should ever cross paths in public again, I promise I’ll try to sound like an American instead of a jackass.)

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Really bad insomnia last night led to this Facebook status:

The best part of being the only one awake? Getting to listen to J and Guinness. J’s mumbling something and Guinness is barking in his sleep. Could you imagine what those two are talking about?

G: BUNNIES! SQUIRREL! BUNNIES! BUNNIES!!!
J: Guinness, stawp it.
G: DAYCARE!! DAYCARE!!! SQUIRREL!!!
J: Guinness, shut up.
G: KITTY! BUNNY! SQUIRREL! DAYCARE!
J: Guinness, shut up. Now.
G: Squirrel?

I love those guys. They’re always good for some comic relief.

Sunday, June 16, 2013

I speak baby

I hate Facebook on holidays.

Especially holidays banned by The Dead Parents Club general membership.

I can’t deal with the tributes to the dead parents.

I can’t deal with the tributes to the living parents.

I just can’t deal. Period.

Talk to me when today is over…

See? That’s an amazing human being right there.

Yesterday, I said, “Maison and West probably don’t know what kind of person he is. Yet. But if they ever question how fucking kick-ass a person he is, they don’t need to look any further than the SPN fandom for the answer. We would do just about anything for him. Not because he’s a celebrity. Not because he’s on our favorite TV show. But simply because he exists.”

As the say, the proof is in the pudding:
Finally, he is just a normal guy who does an amazing job and uses it to get to normal people, and to change them forever.

Seventeen thousand people can’t be wrong…

Saturday, June 15, 2013

Why can’t everybody be like Misha Collins?

Seriously - I want to focus on Misha Collins for a moment.

His kids are growing up with a man who didn’t want to get married until gays could.

His kids are growing up with a man who doesn’t know the meaning of the word ‘normal’.

His kids are growing up with a man who has inspired thousands of people to go on a creative journey with him.

His kids are growing up with a man who loves them madly and will give them all the tools they need to be more than successful grown ups - they will be awesome people.

Maison and West probably don’t know what kind of person he is. Yet.

But if they ever question how fucking kick-ass a person he is, they don’t need to look any further than the SPN fandom for the answer.

We would do just about anything for him. Not because he’s a celebrity. Not because he’s on our favorite TV show.

But simply because he exists.

Friday, June 14, 2013

Well, when you put it that way…

Once again, tumblr to the rescue!

Yesterday was a day of schmoop and it was what I needed… I needed that reminder that I wasn’t alone. I needed that reminder that I do have a kick ass family.

Today, I got surprised when I got my thank you card from Annie for her shower gift. THE SCHMOOP! I’m not ashamed to admit that I burst into tears when I read it.

She really is the sweetest person ever. And it’s so not a problem for me to drive nine hours round trip to spend four at her bridal shower… it if was a problem, this friendship wouldn’t be four years old. It would have been over after that first trip to Albany with Instrument.

In addition, I got a text this morning which got me laughing until I cried:
There’s gonna be a special treat after I review deathly hollows 2… I’m working on an epilogue for all the surviving main characters… good shit, but don’t be drinking coffee after I post it.

I have an entry that’s been kicking around for a few days now. It’s schmoopy as fuck, but it’s an open letter to someone / a group of someones, who oddly enough, were some of the same people in yesterday’s schmoopfest. It’s definitely going to require some kleenex. Maybe not for the general public, but you never know… I guess it depends which me comes out to play when I get around to actually writing it.

(How many times have I said “schmoop” or some variant thereof? Too many? Schmoop. Schmoop. Schmoop.)

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In other news, the industry company didn’t make their decision today… I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. They’re saying it’s because the head dude is traveling.

I also applied for an accounting job with a regional sports network. I kind of feel like I’m back in college applying for jobs with hockey teams. It’s like the universe is telling me if I can’t be in the UK, maybe I belong back in sports/hockey somehow.