so many fandoms

Where to start?

We brought Guinness home - finally - and he continued to go after Apache, to the point where we were seriously thinking about selling him.

Then, we discovered the problem: J. They’re both “his” dogs and there was some reminding Apache of just who was in charge here. Gotta love the (non-existent) battle for superiority.

We’re working on creating a truce. It will take time… but we’ve agreed he’s worth it.

Fucking dogs.

Then, I started having bad weeks at work. BAD weeks. And I JUST started. It didn’t bode well for the future, but I thought in time, it would get better.

That place was twelve flavors of crazy more than I thought it would be…and that’s a LOT of crazy. A LOT.

I made the decision on Sunday to start looking for a new job and they beat me to the punch.

I suddenly find myself unemployed. Again.

Life will go on. It always does… and for once, I’m not crushed to be jobless.

I know I’ll find something.

See also:

(Have I mentioned how much Matt Smith is growing on me? LOL)

If you want the whole story, go watch the fucking news… IF (and that’s a big if (ha!)) they can figure out the fucking truth.

All I know today is that one of the owners of my company was basically locked in his apartment today due to this crazy bullshit.

To top it off, supposedly they found a bomb about 30 feet from where Mr. Bossman parked his car. Supposedly. That’s his story and that’s all I have to go on.

I am so over this shit.

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There’s so much to talk about and so much I don’t want to talk about.

I think I’m going to listen to “Neverwhere” again. Or maybe I’ll start listening to “Cabin Pressure”... it feels like a radio show type of night. Plus, you know, Benedict Cumberbabe.

Bummin’ hard. We were supposed to be flying out to London tonight/tomorrow AM.

Instead, we’ll be at home, wishing we were at Nick’s wedding.

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There was a thing on tumblr last night that I was too lazy to screen grab about Americans loving the whole British thing because of tv shows and how we’re stupid and blah blah blah.

Maybe some Americans are like that, but I have *cough* years of history with London.

I went there in high school and I LOVED it.

I went after my father died and I LOVED it.

I dragged Jamie there a few years ago and we LOVED it.

There’s something about the city that grabs me the same way Boston does.

I still don’t know how or when we’re going to move there… but I know we have to. It’s where I belong in this next phase of my life. 

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It looks like a Christmas trip there might actually be a reality… and this has NOTHING to do with the timing. Nope.

HOURS, I SAY!