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Feb. 11th, 2011 10:17 amHappy belated birthday ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
marciadanielle! It sounds like you had a wonderful day, and I hope you continue to have a wonderful year. :)
I feel...bouncy, today, which is odd, considering that my default mood of this week, which, while a lot better than last week, was mostly along the lines of "cold and unenergetic." I had a nice dinner with my mom last night where I may have actually finally illuminated for myself the true depths, motives, and meanings of my decision to leave grad school, and on Wednesday I did a thing and it wasn't made out of sucking and firebees. I could cry some kind of spiritual tears.
I suspect my mood will be altered when I have to cover the front for three hours on a Friday afternoon because Richard is a clever beast who is in the process of escaping this pit, but until then, I'm going to feel...good. If cold.
Also tonight I am going to make chicken. I don't know why I felt like that was important.
The other day,caffeaffogato and I had one of those amazing conversations we sometimes have (in between watching endless episodes of Miami and/or L.A. Ink and working and sitting on the floor drooling on ourselves) and while it's probably too long to hold anyone else's attention, I do have to highlight this part:
maypirate: I was really hoping you'd stop with the crack.
maypirate: Seeing as you have a steady job and all.
maypirate: You think they'd notice you over in the corner, consuming large amounts of crack every fifteen minutes.
caffeaffogato: how else am I supposed to deal with the stress
caffeaffogato: oh for some reason that reminded me of james joyce's love letters
caffeaffogato: have you read those
caffeaffogato: holy shit james joyce
caffeaffogato: I swear if I see james joyce on the street I am calling the fucking police
maypirate: He's pretty filthy.
maypirate: I've only seen like...part of one and I feel like it was in Savage Love or something. Where were you reading these?
caffeaffogato: http://loveletters.tribe.net/thread/fce72385-b146-4bf2-9d2e-0dfa6ac7142d
caffeaffogato: http://www.harkavagrant.com/index.php?id=32
caffeaffogato: this is what happened to me
And I'm just going to leave that there and suggest you experience it yourself (not you though, mom, please) because they're really incredible letters that I can't do justice to and I'm not even going to try because he writes things that I don't know that I could even type, let alone say out loud, even to myself alone in the dark.
I think I'm going to trek up the street for another of those magically sinful vanilla matcha lattes to get me through the trials of my day. At least it's above zero. It's a total heatwave.
marciadanielle! It sounds like you had a wonderful day, and I hope you continue to have a wonderful year. :) I feel...bouncy, today, which is odd, considering that my default mood of this week, which, while a lot better than last week, was mostly along the lines of "cold and unenergetic." I had a nice dinner with my mom last night where I may have actually finally illuminated for myself the true depths, motives, and meanings of my decision to leave grad school, and on Wednesday I did a thing and it wasn't made out of sucking and firebees. I could cry some kind of spiritual tears.
I suspect my mood will be altered when I have to cover the front for three hours on a Friday afternoon because Richard is a clever beast who is in the process of escaping this pit, but until then, I'm going to feel...good. If cold.
Also tonight I am going to make chicken. I don't know why I felt like that was important.
The other day,
caffeaffogato and I had one of those amazing conversations we sometimes have (in between watching endless episodes of Miami and/or L.A. Ink and working and sitting on the floor drooling on ourselves) and while it's probably too long to hold anyone else's attention, I do have to highlight this part:maypirate: I was really hoping you'd stop with the crack.maypirate: Seeing as you have a steady job and all.maypirate: You think they'd notice you over in the corner, consuming large amounts of crack every fifteen minutes.caffeaffogato: how else am I supposed to deal with the stresscaffeaffogato: oh for some reason that reminded me of james joyce's love letterscaffeaffogato: have you read thosecaffeaffogato: holy shit james joycecaffeaffogato: I swear if I see james joyce on the street I am calling the fucking policemaypirate: He's pretty filthy.maypirate: I've only seen like...part of one and I feel like it was in Savage Love or something. Where were you reading these?caffeaffogato: http://loveletters.tribe.net/thread/fce72385-b146-4bf2-9d2e-0dfa6ac7142dcaffeaffogato: http://www.harkavagrant.com/index.php?id=32caffeaffogato: this is what happened to meAnd I'm just going to leave that there and suggest you experience it yourself (not you though, mom, please) because they're really incredible letters that I can't do justice to and I'm not even going to try because he writes things that I don't know that I could even type, let alone say out loud, even to myself alone in the dark.
I think I'm going to trek up the street for another of those magically sinful vanilla matcha lattes to get me through the trials of my day. At least it's above zero. It's a total heatwave.
