Brain Poo

I feel the need to update, but I'm not sure what with.

I have been a very good girl at work. I'm currently taking the blurb for our new website, which focuses only on the stuff I'm promoting, and transforming it into a news story. Which is weird for me, because I come from a world where the things I have to talk about just don't matter. But I have lots of help, so it's becoming less important that I my degree is in LITERATURE and not JOURNALISM, which are very different.

I have something of a plan for the next couple of years or so: settle all my debts (student loans will take more than a couple of years, but I can get them back on track at least). Address all health issues (insurance as of September!) Start on trade school. Probably massage, although auto maintenance is way more interesting. But I KNOW I'd be good at massage, and I wouldn't mind doing it. Once I'm making money doing something I like I can worry about getting into something I'd love--especially since I don't know if I'd be any good as a mechanic. People generally don't take 20-something female mechanics seriuosly, anyway. Sad but true. Maybe it'll just be a hobby when I'm rich.

Weird. I realized this morning (I mean I knew, but it wasn't real to me before) that everyone in my house hates their job. My mom's a paralegal and I know she wishes she was still in fraud investigations. Ron's doing some random warehouse job in Nick's shop because the chemical plant put him in forced retirement. I don't hate my job, really. I just don't care. At all. And I have to pretend I do. Which is annoying. At least I can be honest with Chris and Julie about it.

I miss having a pet. Not a human pet, mind. I miss having a fuzzy/feathery/scaly little critter to sit on my lap while I'm reading. Craig is so lucky to have Bridget...and I really have to start bringing her treats. If she stays jealous of me and doesn't begin viewing me as a new friend, I'm going to end up bleeding a lot. I'd love a eurymastix.

Sigh. I wish I were outside playing. I miss the days of being able to take a two hour lunch and play with ducklings.

If Craig keeps on being this sweet to me, I'm going to get over my body image issues entirely.

All for now,
Platypus

Meme

( Happy Birthday, Unseeliequeen! )

Sadly

Some people in the world are so upsetting that it's worth quite a lot not to hear from them (because someone is sure to need the clarification: if you're on my friends list, you're definitely not one of those people).

It always begins this way

Someday, people more eloquent than I am will speak out about desire.
And people will be less angry, because they were angry with me before them.
And the people will be less afraid, because I spoke early and poorly and I have endured.
And the people will endure less, because I was before them on the road, and I have cleared a little bit more.
I do not believe myself a martyr or a hero; I am alive and ordinary.
I am just a girl with a machete.

(no subject)

Season Three - A lot of people say that you're the
best, and who could really argue - you're
pretty, witty, and you've got one of Buffy's
best adversaries: the Mayor. Pound for pound,
you're why so many people love Buffy.


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Interview with the Platypus

If you want me to interview you, leave a comment.
THE RULES:
1 - Leave a comment, saying you want to be interviewed.
2 - I will respond; I'll ask you five questions.
3 - You'll update your journal with my five questions, and your five answers.
4 - You'll include this explanation.
5 - You'll ask other people five questions when they want to be interviewed.

Not sure how I feel about this one. Comments?

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