Thursday, March 28, 2013

CUMBERBOOTY!

Day four at the new job… I can’t wait for the day when I’m counting it in years and not days. It’s a good fit.

Seriously, though, I don’t know why I bother with recruiters. So fucking useless. I’ve enjoyed telling them I’m employed now.

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My jeans are getting big on me. I’m taking that as a sign that the workouts are working… I’m assuming, too, that means that I will be ready for the GORUCK. Wooooooooo!!!!!

June 8th is both coming too quickly, and not quickly enough.

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Next weekend, I’m Albany bound. I think I may swing through Connecticut on my way home… there’s a boy I need to see.

Order has been restored to my life.

And it is good.

Very. Very. Good.

Sunday, March 24, 2013

Well, I am still photoblogging

The whole idea behind this blog was that it was supposed to be a less personal, more family friendly, photoblog. It was supposed to serve as the yang to That Other Blog’s yin… and somewhere along the past six years, it’s kind of lost its way.

Now, it’s become a spot where I dump some of my favorite tumblr stuff and obsess over British TV shows. Oddly enough, I’m OK with that. Any blog I’ve ever written has always been a place that reflects where my head is at at any given point in time (and generally uncensored, which always made life interesting). I’m sure in a few years, I’ll look back at the archives and be all ‘what the fuck’, but for now, it’s a good time capsule of where my head was at during my latest ‘dark’ period.

I can’t / won’t talk about my former employer here… but I can tell you that towards the end, I had been working on my exit plan. They just beat me to it. The last few months were a bit not good…and it definitely showed by my obsession with fan fiction, with Doctor Who and Top Gear marathons, with watching the same

five Sherlock episodes over and over and over, and spending way too many hours on my Superwholockian tumblr account. WAY TOO MANY HOURS.

I’m starting to claw my way back out of it. Losing my job without a new one to jump to made life a lot worse and not having the people I thought I could count on there for support made it worse. Thankfully, other friends stepped up and kept me as sane as possible. Which is to say, not very sane. BUT. NJ, MKS and MM helped more than I’ll ever be able to thank them for. So if you’re reading this, you three, thank you, thank you, thank you!

Eventually, this blog will shift back to being more personal, more photobloggy (with my photos). I don’t have a time frame, but I know it will return to what it used to be as soon as I do.

Thanks for sticking around.

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Happy birthday to me!

I got a super sweet video birthday card from my little brother and his family, the way overdue phone call, and then, M posts this to my FB wall…

I’m so happy that I have people like them in my life.

It’s one thing to post on a Facebook timeline, but it’s another to reach out via email, via text, via voice, via handwritten card, and to take the time to fucking google a photo of my favorite Doctor saying one of my favorite Doctor Who catchphrases in the history of FOREVER…

So, a very public thank you to J/L/TL, NJ, WB, MHC, MM, BG, and DM (so far) for going above and beyond in this world of Facebook.

You all rock, and I’m thrilled to call you my friends!

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

life in a brOTP

New message from [some person I used to know]: xxx-xxx-xxxx

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There’s been too many spaces in our togetherness. Our relationship is defined by separation. By silences. - Megan McCaffery (Fourth Comings)

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The silence has been broken.

Sunday, March 10, 2013

Where do I start?

I was planning on attending rehearsal and sucking it up through the next two parades, but I got there and decided fuck it, and handed my uniform in. The universe decreed it so when BU beat Northeastern last night, granting us home ice in the playoffs. Let’s look at this realistically… No matter what scenario, I wouldn’t know about Sunday’s game until last minute Saturday night. If I had a choice between a parade I didn’t want to march in and a hockey game, I’d go to the hockey game. Since I wasn’t going to be able to go to the parade on the 17th (the big one), hanging around for the parade on the 24th was kind of pointless.

Yeah. Tough choice, that.

I did some research for my interviews tomorrow, but I forgot to take my pills this morning and got kind of sick. I tweaked my back on Thursday, and I’ve been paying for it ever since. My priority this morning was to unlock my back, not take care of the bipolar. Now my back hurts AND I’m in withdrawal. (I hate those damn pills. There’s no reason that missing one day of them should make me so sick, but they do.)

So, yeah… I got lost in Johnlock earlier today and then, just as I thought I was in the clear, I stumbled upon the Sherlock fandom’s take on The Hobbit. How great is it - really - when your OPT is in two things together, in totally different settings? The “text” from Cumbersmaug just cracked me up, and I really needed that giggle. Of course, then I saw the marshmalloooooow screen cap, and that seemed much more valuable than any thing I had to say.

I missed Soulmate Boy’s birthday again. I suppose if I could find the energy to go through the boxes that contain the last three years of my life, I’d find the birthday card I was writing out right before I got tossed to the curb. Oh well, I suppose I can get him a ‘happy belated birthday’ card…

I think I’m going to put on some Doctor Who and try to take a nap.