my life is back

or at least my livejournal is back. how I've missed you so....

Since we last left our fateful hero, he had car troubles that got fairly resolved. nothing but some loose battery wires. and i nearly sparked my hair when attempting to jump the not-dead battery and forgot to turn off the emergency flashers. bad bad bad. But all is well in the land of the car, and I'm mostly moved and almsot entirely living at the new place. I still have to move the big bookcase, the couch frame, and my mattress. And a few boxes of books. And the hamster. And then I have a lot of crap to throw away. But I"m taking tonight off, and possibly tomorrow night off as well, and then I'll just finish it up over the weekend.

Today I'm mailing Melanie's birthday gift. I'm very proud of the mixtape I made over the weekend, as well as the other fun things I'm sending.

not much else exciting going on. had some good conversations with Damon on Monday night after the frustration of the car incident. and I continued the conversation some in therapy yesterday, but then had a weird incident involving a comment she made. I think I'm going to post about it in the ethical sluts community. woo-hoo.

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Why is my html sucking so much lately? I'm having typing issues I guess.

Temperamental

This temperamental side
The one you say you can't hide
D'you ever see yourself..
The way it looks to someone else?
This temperamental trick
The one you say you can't predict
You're like an empty cup
Forgive me if I don't wait up
I don't get where you're coming from
What is real and what's put on
What has stayed and what has gone
How long will this thing on and on?
I don't want you to love me
I don't want you to love me
You're like an empty cup
But I can't fill you up
What planet are you from?
Not the same one I am from
Do I just waste my time?
You pour your heart on mine
You say it screws you up
Forgive me if I don't wait up
I don't get what you're trying to say
What is wrong and whats ok
You beat yourself up one more time
You trample on this fierce heart of mine
I don't want you to love me
I don't want you to love me
I don't know what you want from me
All this endless sympathy
You beat yourself up one more time
You trample on this fierce heart of mine
I don't want you to love me
I don't want you to love me
I don't want you to love me
I don't want you to love me
I don't want you to love me.

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First off, I want to holla, holla, like Ja Rule at FreakySparks who I just now got around to adding on my friends list. Sorry, Sparky! Glad to have you aboard. And yes, you still have to join ethical sluts, even if you're in a monogamous relationship.

Second, I spoke with Melanie and there's trouble in paradise. By that I mean drama. Well, no, not that. More just annoying stuff. It looks like she'll have to drive to NYC after camp to do a fitting for her bridesmaid dress, THEN she can drive home to Chicago. Which means she won't be arriving until the 25th, not the 24th. Actually this is when I originally thought she would return. So I'm only a little disappointed, but I'm mostly sad for her since she has to take nearly 4 days to get home. Yuck.

Third, my body is betraying me. I thought I was just having stomach issues because I've been eating horribly lately, if I manage to eat at all. But now I'm wondering if something else is going on down there. I think because Michael posted about spotting even though he's been on T for awhile -- like he had buildup from a whole year that he was shedding (versus doing it monthly). So now I'm concerned that I'm doing some weird stuff. Yes, I'm a hypochondriac. Yes, it's probably just my poor diet.

Fourth, I have a doctor's appt tomorrow. Last night I had a dream that I've lost a total of 60 pounds since last fall. We'll see if it was a psychic dream. Also, I guess he'll put me on some different cholesterol medication since my previous medication has be PULLED OFF THE MARKET FOR CAUSING 52 DEATHS. I'm glad I've been a slacker about taking it this summer. It's what kept me alive. Or something.

Fifth, I have work to do that involves phone calls. But I can't get on the phone because I'm working help desk, which means I must be available for any incoming phone calls. But no one's calling. But I can't get on the phone because they might call. So I'm stuck until 3 pm, pushing paper.

Sixth, my new favorite song is Digital Love by Daft Punk.

Seventh, I just had an annoying (and possibly depressed) help desk caller. Yes, it sucks to be fired for being gay. No, you're not the only one. Yes, there are commissions in place to help you and we're not it. No, I don't like it when you hang up on me. Sometimes bastards in Chicago (or other big cities) make me mad because they don't realize how lucky they are compared to their rural queer brothers and sisters.

Eighth, I'm done. For now.

damn. this is cool.

( an article for geeks about the speed of light )