You little darlings!!!

I just got paid time on my account courtesy of butisitiambic and 'anonymous'.

THANK YOU SO MUCH! What a sweet thing to do. Love you guys!!!!!!!

Life is not entirely an epic fail, just so you all know. It's not great today, but that's okay.  :)

Today I am going to push myself and go get some errands done. I get to go to the LAUNDROMAT, can you imagine the glamour?? Of course you can. They closed the one a couple of blocks from me so I need to go find another one. Maybe one that has less television sets that are all tuned to various Telemundo stations and have the volume set at 11 and the remote got stolen. That might be ok. Must remember to pack knitting.

It is freezing in here. I love the fact that I don't pay extra for heat, but I do wish it could be regulated a little differently. As in, at all. It's on when it's on and it's off when it's off, so when it's chilly in here there's nothing I can do about it but wait several hours for the boiler to kick in. Alternately, I spend a lot of January and February in tank tops and shorts running around opening windows. So, yeah, a happy medium would be nice. Ah well. Cadillac problems, right?!

To those of you who are not depressed:

To begin with, please understand that when you hear someone use the phrase “struggling with depression” or “fighting depression”, it’s more than a nice euphamism. For people with depression, it literally takes emotional energy and mental effort to keep going sometimes, in ways that people who do not suffer from it might not entirely understand. It’s hard to understand when you can’t see someone physically doing anything, but it is very real. Expending the amount of emotional energy necessary to keep ourselves going sometimes is literally physically exhausting, and sometimes it’s all we can manage in one day to keep putting one foot in front of the other before we just need to collapse.

It means spending sometimes hours talking yourself into taking a shower that day. It means taking forever to get something done because the only way we can mentally deal with how much there is to do is to let ourselves break it down into small pieces and take breaks. Sometimes when you think we are just being lazy, we’re actually gearing ourselves up mentally to get something great accomplished.

Sometimes we need time to just ride it out a little and try to feel better. Sometimes we need a kick in the pants or a gentle reality check to help us get motivated. Sometimes we just need a freaking nap. No matter how good your intentions are, please don’t try to tell us that we just need to “cheer up”. Please don’t say that we should look at the bright side, either. We know all of these things. We really do, and we appreciate when someone tries to help, but these are things we have to deal with on our own, and sometimes it's more successful than others.

We don’t like being this way. We don’t enjoy feeling bad. We get caught in a vicious cycle that takes a lot of effort to get out of, no matter how badly we want to: We feel too exhausted, either physically or mentally, to get anything done. Then, just like anyone else, we feel guilty for not getting anything done and participating in life, and we beat ourselves up over it. This gives us a bash in the self-esteem, which doesn’t make it any easier to try and rally ourselves into acting or feeling “normal”, so we continue to not feel like we are able to participate in anything anymore. Rinse and repeat.

Know that we love you and appreciate you. Know that we often know when we are being a pain, and we are sorry. Know that we wish we were fun to be around 110% of the time like your other friends are. But please also know that we are not lazy, or unproductive, or sometimes morose because we want to be. We try and try the best we can, even if you can’t always see that. It's hard work, some days.

I know I work at a sausage festival, and I realize it's a nerd sausage festival at that, but honest to god, guys, I can't believe the new iMac isn't impregnated. STOP FONDLING IT LIKE THAT.

Dear idiot neighbors: 

It's 59 degrees outside. Please SHUT OFF YOUR FUCKING AIR CONDITIONER.



Thanks,

Global Warming

This big orange cat is seriously getting by on his looks today.

One of his favorite things is our morning ritual wherein as soon as he sees that I am awake, he jumps up on the bed for a cuddle. This involves a lot of belly rubbing and ear scratching and unfortunately also a lot of whiskers right in my face, as he likes to rub up against my head a lot. A little alarming and rude when you're not actually overly awake, but it's his thing and it's pretty cute so we do this every day. Fine.

This morning, his gracefulness came very close to falling off the edge of the bed. Instinctively, he stuck out a paw and grabbed into whatever with his claws. This happened to be the skin of my chest, and seeing as I was in bed and therefore not wearing any clothes, OW. This caused me to then start awake rather violently, which meant my eyes were both wide open as he attempted to climb back up a little more and STEPPED DIRECTLY ON MY EYEBALL. Now, Duncan is a large dude. He is not lightweight, and his feet are honestly the size of silver dollars, so you can imagine my delight.

Found out tonight that my good friend Sassy had never heard of Dick In A Box. Had to indoctrinate her.

That shit won an Emmy, yo.

Pursuant to my last post, thoughts on P90X anyone? It's spendy, but I hear great things about it. Any feedback? 

I hate doing this but I just had to "hide" someone off of my facebook feed that I'm actually really good friends with.

I think he's been lying to me about things that are going on in his personal life ... or if he thinks he's not lying, then he's the most oblivious person I've ever met. It was just too annoying to see the comments going by on his FB statuses that completely contradict what he tells me.

When you "hide" someone, they don't get a notification or anything do they? Can they still see you, if they so choose? How can you tell if you've been blocked or hidden or dropped or whatever?

After last night's shoplifter-thwarting crime caper, my co-workers decided collectively this morning that we are going to be now known as "Harvey's Angels". They also assigned roles to everyone. Either that, or caped superhero costumes.


My co-workers are all male.

Just watched Louis chase down a shoplifter. I was hoping for an ass beating, but the guy just gave the stuff back.

Helpful hint: If you shoplift in my store, scope out your escape route before you come in, lest you trap yourself in the parking lot that dead ends behind the restaurant next door while my ex military school co worker considers killing you. Dumbfuck.

Alternately, just pay for the $19 iPod charger.

Josh Hartnett just came in. The receptionist exploded.

Just scored free tix for a comedy show tonight at the Music Box. Need a +1. Anyone??

My best friend's Dad and his husband!!!  WOOO!!!

http://www.desmoinesregister.com/article/20090615/NEWS/906150321/Gay-Pride-event-in-Des-Moines-draws-biggest-turnout

I'm hoping that tomorrow will be a good day by virtue of likely encounters with a BABY KITTEN named Sushi.

Poll #1415750 Party Planner
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: None, participants: 20

Let's say you are planning a party or some sort of get together. You have a group of friends that all hang out together and you want to invite most of them, but not one person of the group that you don't get along with very well. How do you handle the invitation process?

Any other thoughts?

I just yelled at my teenaged co-worker to "PULL UP YOUR PANTS".

Pls send Geritol.

Today is going to be the day I murder one of my coworkers and leave his body in the alley behind the restaurant next door.

This basically covers it for me.

Dear Neighbors in 20X:

As a word of caution, 4/20 was actually yesterday. That said, in future you would do well to a) shove a towel under the door and/or b) open a fucking window for the love of god next time you toke up on a Tuesday afternoon. I got slightly disoriented just vacuuming the hallway and then ate a pan of brownies.

Duuude.



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