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Can I handle the seasons of my life?
Feb. 13th, 2003 02:36 pmThis morning I listened to "Landslide" on the walkman and thought about how I'd probably end up using lyrics somewhere today and then ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kaileo posted about the song anyway. Strange. It shouldn't be since stuff like this happens to me all the time, but I guess maybe I still enjoy it.
Today is one of those days that if I was someone else I would fill an entire entry with song lyrics, but I don't do that. I don't like to waste anyone's time, most of all my own. I used to post lyrics occasionally in the beginning of journaling but now I just look back at those entries and think, "geez, how the hell is this supposed to tell me anything about what was going on?" I mean, I'm not trying to be rude to people who put song lyrics in your journal, it's just not what I need to do.
Instead I do things like take all the songs that fit and put them on a mix that I listen to nonstop and give them labels that say "There Is No Theme" then I date it so I can go back six months later and laugh at my inability to see it clearly. What's that saying about hindsight? No, that's not what they say. What's that saying? Ah yes. Hindsight is the bearer of bad news.*
I got an injection this morning, three weeks and one hour late, which made me late to work. Not that I minded a bit. I felt a little sad about my possible last visit to Founders Medical Group. My nurse is so kind and wonderful and I gave her a hug when I left. The office staff were this wonderful experiment in watching straight women's behavior change as my physical characteristics change. The woman who signs me in told me I had to come visit. Gina, the woman who makes appointments, took extra care of me today when my name got lost in the queue and seeing her behind the desk made me realize how hot she is -- imagine Cleo's girlfriend from Set It Off all grown up.
I think I need to send a card.
It didn't occur to me yesterday that my recent morning sickness could be due to my erratic hormones in the past six weeks, which IS the only thing that connects everything. But we'll see. Of course now I'm going to True Spirit all hopped up on testosterone surrounded by all sorts of other crazy energy to bounce off of me. I tend to be an emotional junkie, though I've gotten better about just feeling my own shit and not taking on any extra from others.
Oh, and my direct deposit clears tomorrow but my rent check cleared yesterday. Oops. I've been pretty broke the past two days, but since I'm lucky and have a bus pass and food in the kitchen, it didn't matter so much. I spent one dollar on a Jones soda on Tuesday and another dollar on a pack of gum this morning.freakysparks, if you would be willing to buy me a mocha this evening, I'll get the next round when we go out, or maybe I'll bring you a surprise from DC.
Also, I forgot to mention that if people want to reach me while I'm in DC, they can also text message me through my user info page.
*courtesy of the play The Bearer by Tim McCain
kaileo posted about the song anyway. Strange. It shouldn't be since stuff like this happens to me all the time, but I guess maybe I still enjoy it.Today is one of those days that if I was someone else I would fill an entire entry with song lyrics, but I don't do that. I don't like to waste anyone's time, most of all my own. I used to post lyrics occasionally in the beginning of journaling but now I just look back at those entries and think, "geez, how the hell is this supposed to tell me anything about what was going on?" I mean, I'm not trying to be rude to people who put song lyrics in your journal, it's just not what I need to do.
Instead I do things like take all the songs that fit and put them on a mix that I listen to nonstop and give them labels that say "There Is No Theme" then I date it so I can go back six months later and laugh at my inability to see it clearly. What's that saying about hindsight? No, that's not what they say. What's that saying? Ah yes. Hindsight is the bearer of bad news.*
I got an injection this morning, three weeks and one hour late, which made me late to work. Not that I minded a bit. I felt a little sad about my possible last visit to Founders Medical Group. My nurse is so kind and wonderful and I gave her a hug when I left. The office staff were this wonderful experiment in watching straight women's behavior change as my physical characteristics change. The woman who signs me in told me I had to come visit. Gina, the woman who makes appointments, took extra care of me today when my name got lost in the queue and seeing her behind the desk made me realize how hot she is -- imagine Cleo's girlfriend from Set It Off all grown up.
I think I need to send a card.
It didn't occur to me yesterday that my recent morning sickness could be due to my erratic hormones in the past six weeks, which IS the only thing that connects everything. But we'll see. Of course now I'm going to True Spirit all hopped up on testosterone surrounded by all sorts of other crazy energy to bounce off of me. I tend to be an emotional junkie, though I've gotten better about just feeling my own shit and not taking on any extra from others.
Oh, and my direct deposit clears tomorrow but my rent check cleared yesterday. Oops. I've been pretty broke the past two days, but since I'm lucky and have a bus pass and food in the kitchen, it didn't matter so much. I spent one dollar on a Jones soda on Tuesday and another dollar on a pack of gum this morning.
freakysparks, if you would be willing to buy me a mocha this evening, I'll get the next round when we go out, or maybe I'll bring you a surprise from DC.Also, I forgot to mention that if people want to reach me while I'm in DC, they can also text message me through my user info page.
*courtesy of the play The Bearer by Tim McCain
