girlmoxie

• Getting lots of kitty love this morning. Prolly ‘cause Tim is gone. They get really needy around the second day.
• I could not stop perspiring this morning, when I woke up, after my shower, while I was putting on makeup. It’s ok now, but that sucked.
• Still nauseated most of the time.
• It’s so old-fashioned that it’s a custom that went out before I was born, but I still think grown men look silly in shorts. Even when I was a kid, I would tease my father about it, “Daddy, aren’t you old enough for long pants yet?” He thought it was funny. Another clue to my personality: That kind of behavior was rewarded by my father.
• Trying to figure out if there’s any way I could care any less about Star Trek.

(Source: acidarmor, via red3blog)

And seriously, there should be cropped cardigans with 3/4 sleeves on every street corner because dresses no longer have sleeves in the summer but some of us need to cover our elbows because of DISEASE and it’s not fair that that’s hard to do and still be summery and cute and shit.

Also, what color shoes/shrug do you wear with navy fucking blue?

A really good friend of mine is marrying a super awesome person that I adore on Sunday and I’m all worried about what I’m going to wear, and which shoes will go with it. I fucking hate feminized expectations.

Me: Am I supposed to not shower in a thunderstorm? Is that dangerous or something?

Jason: I guess lightning? I’m not one of those turn off everything people. I think being struck by lightning is probably at the top of cool ways to die.

Me: But a shitty way to get injured if you don’t die.

Jason: Nah. You get to be on That’s Incredible!

Me: Jason, um, I hate to be the one to tell you this…

Next time I’m about to do it with someone, I’m totally going to say, “fight death with me.”

 Me: No, I don’t want weirdo kisses.

Tim: Well, those are the ones I got. So if you want kisses, you get weirdo kisses..

Me: (Look)

Tim: I’m so lucky you still love me.

istealforksfromrestaurants:

Van Hootencooter, if you’re nasty.

My favorite not particularly flattering photo. my reaction to seeing the Great Gonzo(?)  for the first time.

As those of you who know me already know, I have a volunteer job as an emergency rape crisis counselor/advocate, and one weekend out of every month I am the weekend dispatcher for other advocates. What you may not know is that a few weeks ago, I volunteered to do some administrative work at the org office a few hours a week. I figured I might as well, since I’m in an interviewing slump again (though I need to push hard to get more this summer), and they really need the help.

I went in twice, and they were so into the work I did (12 years in office work wasn’t for nothing) that now it looks like they’re going to pay me to come in three full days a week. It’s a contract amount that comes out to less than half minimum wage, but it’s something.

I wish I didn’t need the money and could continue to go in casually, but even the commuting costs can be a burden when you have no income. I also haven’t worked a regular job in almost seven years, and riding the train and keeping a schedule and eating lunch downtown, ugh. Plus, the woman who has been working so hard to get me paid is the same woman that I have a huge personality clash with. But in the final analysis, money is money, the org is one I believe in strongly, and it won’t kill me to work 24 hours a week for six weeks. Sometimes I’m more productive when I have less free time.

So, yeah. I’ve got a summer job. May 20-June 28.

I couldn’t drink coffee when I had strep throat and after that the nausea so I just couldn’t stomach it. I still don’t feel great but:

I had coffee this morning and I didn’t like it.

For the last 7 or so years, I’ve had the same espresso shipped to my house every month (like some kind of asshole), and what if I don’t drink coffee anymore? My rituals! What of my rituals?

Who am I?