Life

Too much writing. Not enough boyfriend. Silly sadness.

… with pancakes and snow.

1) Rang in new year with new distance boyfriend in California 2) Sent out BioWare writing application 3) Started a receptionist temp job after losing full-time job 4) BioWare writing application rejected, rewritten, resubmitted 5) BioWare application rejected… again 6) Quit receptionist temp job 7) Moved to Dayton 8) Turned down job offer that would

The Old Man and I sat down over my finances today and went over what it’s going to take to get me in a place I’d like to be, financially, by the time I’m 30. He and Steph are my age and have two cars, a house, an IRA, and money in the bank. I

Take a spoon, cut out the part of my heart that hurts, and throw it away in the trash. This is the first relationship that ever ended where I feel that ending it is a really, really bad idea. But it takes two people to manage a relationship. Both people have to be willing to

As ever: “Fall down seven times. Get up eight.” It’s how you get through the rough stuff.

Our annual Chistmas beachtrip commenced once again this year…. Dad, Mom, and my nephew the Cheetoh-head at the Tillamook Cheese Factory. Mmmm cheese. My sister Jackie-o and the Cheetoh-head. Great view of Haystack rock from our hotel in Cannon Beach, OR. My mom, my brother and I pose with our coffees at the Funland gameroom

1) It’s not the cold I mind so much, it’s the dark. I always hit my lowest point during this time of year, and it has a lot to do with all that dark, overcompensating with too much eating (used to be pizza and nachos, now it’s cheese-covered broccoli and sausage), too much brooding, and

I think I’m ready for the holidays to be over.