From: Bellingham, Washington, United States
About me: I do stuff. I live in my head too much of the time. I don't eat cow.
a mildly amusing and hellaciously self-indulgent tool in which I attempt to maintain a functioning level of sanity.
Wednesday, February 22, 2006,10:33 PM
Woohoo? WOOFREAKINGHOO, I said!
Hey, hey, whaddya know...people doing the linky-linky thing to this SuperSecretBlogofInequity. No, really, none of my friends have the slightest clue I'm keeping a second blog. I feel like I have a secret second family, like a travelling salesman! I can totally talk shit about the OTHERS now! Awesome awesomeness. But I won't, because I love those bitches, though bitches they most certainly be. Male bitches. I should really be making money off of them. ...Arg. Failed Pimping reference.
Work goes well, kind of too well. I'd much rather sit in the office and get lost in the world of CAD than sit through lame-ass lectures on pipe drafting (insert lame joke about pipe laying *here*), and it's affecting my grades/study habits or lack thereof. I still kick Trig and Static's asses. Is it possible to kick math's ass? It totally is.
And I'm still single, which is feeling more and more like the right decision. I have a few assorted crushes, but nothing major. I think I may actually be concentrating on getting healthy again, yay for me. Not that I was sick, per se, but I sure wasn't okay. I had to go off of Ortho Evra because it was killing people (!), so I've been working seven years of synthetic hormones out of my system. My skin looks awful on my chest and upper back...ugh. Like a teenage boy. Which is disheartening, I've always had pretty, porcelain skin. Oh, well. And there's the girl-cycle every two weeks...not a happening I want to dig anymore. I'm so sick of it. So I went to the Community Co-Op and had the Herb lady pill (and tincture) me up. Now I just have to take care of this extra weight the estrogen's helped me pack on. It's only 7 pounds, but I'm fairly tiny and don't carry extra weight well. I think I need to go to Bikram, maybe. Sweat out some toxins. Or I could go back to swimming. I dunno, I feel odd going by myself to the gym or whatever.
I'll figure it out, I s'pose.
I'm kinda bummed, though. I had to cancel my tattoo appointment due to the blowing out of Not One, But TWO of my tires. I really wanted to get my back colored in, and I love getting drilled on, but it seems I am more responsible than I'd like to be. So, money goes to new tires and towing fees, not lesbians who like to sling ink. Sad. But I think the tire-blowing crisis was well digested by all involved parties (mad kudos to Ma Mere for keeping a cool head; we may make you mellow yet). Instead of being freaked to the Nth degree, I was mildly annoyed and a bit distressed over the money aspect. Le sigh.
I may be growing up a smidge. Shhhh, don't tell.
The lack of emotional dramatics may have something to do with the fact that I am no longer on all kinds of crazy pharmacueticals that I was wrongfully prescribed or prescribed for too long. My head feels all nice on the inside now, would you like to come in?
Right. Ima go watch some Sealab and CSI now. Not simultaneously, though that'd be cool.
Work goes well, kind of too well. I'd much rather sit in the office and get lost in the world of CAD than sit through lame-ass lectures on pipe drafting (insert lame joke about pipe laying *here*), and it's affecting my grades/study habits or lack thereof. I still kick Trig and Static's asses. Is it possible to kick math's ass? It totally is.
And I'm still single, which is feeling more and more like the right decision. I have a few assorted crushes, but nothing major. I think I may actually be concentrating on getting healthy again, yay for me. Not that I was sick, per se, but I sure wasn't okay. I had to go off of Ortho Evra because it was killing people (!), so I've been working seven years of synthetic hormones out of my system. My skin looks awful on my chest and upper back...ugh. Like a teenage boy. Which is disheartening, I've always had pretty, porcelain skin. Oh, well. And there's the girl-cycle every two weeks...not a happening I want to dig anymore. I'm so sick of it. So I went to the Community Co-Op and had the Herb lady pill (and tincture) me up. Now I just have to take care of this extra weight the estrogen's helped me pack on. It's only 7 pounds, but I'm fairly tiny and don't carry extra weight well. I think I need to go to Bikram, maybe. Sweat out some toxins. Or I could go back to swimming. I dunno, I feel odd going by myself to the gym or whatever.
I'll figure it out, I s'pose.
I'm kinda bummed, though. I had to cancel my tattoo appointment due to the blowing out of Not One, But TWO of my tires. I really wanted to get my back colored in, and I love getting drilled on, but it seems I am more responsible than I'd like to be. So, money goes to new tires and towing fees, not lesbians who like to sling ink. Sad. But I think the tire-blowing crisis was well digested by all involved parties (mad kudos to Ma Mere for keeping a cool head; we may make you mellow yet). Instead of being freaked to the Nth degree, I was mildly annoyed and a bit distressed over the money aspect. Le sigh.
I may be growing up a smidge. Shhhh, don't tell.
The lack of emotional dramatics may have something to do with the fact that I am no longer on all kinds of crazy pharmacueticals that I was wrongfully prescribed or prescribed for too long. My head feels all nice on the inside now, would you like to come in?
Right. Ima go watch some Sealab and CSI now. Not simultaneously, though that'd be cool.
