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It’s 2008 MOTEHR===F**KERS

ALSO: WHAT’S UP RADIOHEAD? BEIN’ ALL WEIRD

*falls*

Is Old Navy starting to sell spring clothes?

Fuck you, Old Navy. I got like six more months of winter here. Cute shit, though.

I am off of work for the next week and a half!

I turned 29 while riding in our car a little too fast just as the opening chords of Erykah Badu’s “Love of My Life” came on the radio.

Not too bad.

Going to court.

BRB.

“I’m in desperate need of a chainsaw.”

Velveeta casserole, 1949

I love mac and cheese, and I love tomatoes. Velveeta and I are cool and I’m perfectly happy to share the company of a hard-boiled egg or two. But all together in casserole format is just wrong. And what sick son of a bitch puts Velveeta on hard-boiled eggs? Right on the yolk like that. Post-war prosperity was a sick and twisted place it seems.

There are crappy days, and there are really horrible days. Then there are the days in between, days like today, that you know you’ll survive but they’re pretty awful in the meantime.

First off, many many thanks to the bunches of you that subscribed to the feed on LJ. Secondly, thank you so much for the comments that you’ve been leaving over there, but may I make one tiny request of you? If you are going to comment, please click through and leave them on the entries here at kdiddy.org proper. Leaving them on the entries that come through the feed via LJ is cool, but I don’t get any notification of them and sometimes I miss them. Plus, there aren’t too many people reading over here so I could really use the company!

Gracias!

I drank too much coffee this morning so after doing about an hour’s worth of work in 10 minutes, I decided to go to the gym to work off some energy. I felt perilously close to gnawing on my desk, see. After I was done working out, I made my way to the locker room and when I got to the door I could hear some chanting inside. The hell? I went in and found that the ROTC students were sprawled on the floor in front of my locker row and were doing some leg kick/ab exercise with the whole, “1 2 3 HUH!” thing. What was even better was that their senior ROTC officers were standing over them and screaming in full Lee Ermey style, berating them for constantly giving up and that until they did it perfectly they were going to keep doing the same thing. I stood there for a few seconds, unsure of what to do. I figured tiptoeing through the cadets and saying, “Sorry for disrupting your hell week but I simply MUST get a shower. That treadmill’s a killer!” might not go over so well. So I just went back to the gym and worked out for a few more minutes. Thanks, ROTC, for forcing me to burn 100 more calories…I thought of you when I ate a burger at lunch.

In the long and illustrious history of me having conflicting emotions and restless nights over Dumb Shit, my angst over the transition from Live Journal to my own blog has to be some of the silliest nonsense ever. I cried over quitting horrible jobs where I was misused. I cried when I graduated from middle school, which was responsible for two of the most miserable years of my life. This morning, I teared up a little bit thinking about writing what will basically be my last post over there.

Comparing my LJ to such bad things as abusive employers and teachers isn’t really fair, since I was never miserable there, but I know that I am tired of the whole thing and I can’t shake the sense that it’s time to move on. I’m concerned that most of the people with whom I’ve made connections with on LJ will no longer care what I blather on about over here. Over five and half years, I’ve read along as the people who I know on some weird detached level of intimacy have fallen in and out of love, married, divorced, gotten pregnant, had miscarriages and abortions, had babies, found new jobs or lost old jobs. And in that time a handful of people have followed along as I went from an insecure, young mother to…an insecure, slightly older mother. I also, you know, graduated college, got some jobs, bought a house, got married, tumbled through some horrible depression, started grad school. I know I’m not totally boring. I just don’t know if I’m engaging enough at this point to build a whole new motley crew.

But all of that whining aside, I am really excited to be here in my own space.