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May. 21st, 2001 10:29 amJust for the record, I'd like to announce that I have a big faggy crush on Dr. David Banner. Not in an internet stalker way, but in a "Why Didn't You Call Me" sort of way. Wait, no, in more of a "Elevators (Me & You)" sort of way.
Now that the dirty business is taken care of....
My weekend was....oh, who cares. Nothing exciting happened. I don't even feel motivated to talk about it. So let's just move on.
Today I got to work at 8:45 am and fcking Mr. Mister isn't even here. But my interim supervisor was, so at least that looks good.
Right now I'm feeling oversaturated on the social front. I want to run off and be by myself for awhile. I don't even need to run away, necessarily. I could sit on my couch and watch TV for 3 days straight and that would suffice, in a sense. This week I"m planning on spending a lot of time at home, which I think will alleviate the symptoms. I start having fears this weekend because I was at Melanie's apartment a lot, and I was having a hard time picturing myself living there. But I think I'm just overwhelmed by her other roommates' stuff. Once that's out and we rearrange stuff, it will be much happier. In the meantime, I'm going to savor my cozy abode. I'm such a fcking homebody, but in weird ways.
In transition news, I'm fascinated with watching the hair on my wrists and hands increase. It's a change that sort of sneaked up on me, and now I can't stop examining it and I swear it changes every day. I'm also going to have to shave more often -- not that my facial fuzz is becoming much more visible, but it just looks vaguely unkempt because it's not really smooth, but it's not really shadow. I'm also continuing to lose weight -- I tried on a pair of 36 pants and they were fitted, but not too small. Pretty good, considering at one point I was up to 42-44.
I'm sure there are more things to ramble about, but I need to get back to work. I'm surprised by how cheery and motivated I am on a monday morning. Maybe I don't hate working as much as I thought....
Now that the dirty business is taken care of....
My weekend was....oh, who cares. Nothing exciting happened. I don't even feel motivated to talk about it. So let's just move on.
Today I got to work at 8:45 am and fcking Mr. Mister isn't even here. But my interim supervisor was, so at least that looks good.
Right now I'm feeling oversaturated on the social front. I want to run off and be by myself for awhile. I don't even need to run away, necessarily. I could sit on my couch and watch TV for 3 days straight and that would suffice, in a sense. This week I"m planning on spending a lot of time at home, which I think will alleviate the symptoms. I start having fears this weekend because I was at Melanie's apartment a lot, and I was having a hard time picturing myself living there. But I think I'm just overwhelmed by her other roommates' stuff. Once that's out and we rearrange stuff, it will be much happier. In the meantime, I'm going to savor my cozy abode. I'm such a fcking homebody, but in weird ways.
In transition news, I'm fascinated with watching the hair on my wrists and hands increase. It's a change that sort of sneaked up on me, and now I can't stop examining it and I swear it changes every day. I'm also going to have to shave more often -- not that my facial fuzz is becoming much more visible, but it just looks vaguely unkempt because it's not really smooth, but it's not really shadow. I'm also continuing to lose weight -- I tried on a pair of 36 pants and they were fitted, but not too small. Pretty good, considering at one point I was up to 42-44.
I'm sure there are more things to ramble about, but I need to get back to work. I'm surprised by how cheery and motivated I am on a monday morning. Maybe I don't hate working as much as I thought....
