January 2010
ok so this decade.
it sucked. it sucked so fucking hard so many ways.
but there were good parts. mostly those parts were people. and people parts.
there was so much loss and I made so many mistakes. all I can do is try to make this next decade a better one. hopefully I’ve learned a thing or twelve.
so this is new year's eve.
the kid I’m babysitting is in bed asleep (we’ll see how long he stays that way) and I’m watching My Name Is Bruce - the other two Netflix didn’t make it here in time to be contenders.
this kid’s parents (my friends) will be home by 10am and I have to be to work by noon.
I’ve got another hour and 10 left in this year. decade. whatever, doesn’t make much...
December 2009
I love him so much it just turns to hate.
Leah, I am holding huge hope in my heart for you...
arch nemesis day you say? →
for serious, what the fuck do I have to do to get through to these people??
WISHING MY FRIEND DAVINA A HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGAIN.
because I can.
I hope you’re having a wonderful day!
2009
the year I came home.
I left Portland at the end of 2001. I had no idea where I was going, where I would end up. I landed in San Francisco in late March 2002. I honestly didn’t know if I would ever return to Portland to live.
but I have.
I still have a long way to go until I’m truly “living” here, but I’m home.
Twitter/Tumblr related stuff I meant to do this...
send those dog toys to Sadie. I still have them. just haven’t shipped them. I suck.
send those magnets to Robin. I still have them. just haven’t shipped them. I suck.
send postcards to several of you. I still have a ton from the Oregon coast. I haven’t written or addressed them. I suck.
make and send that mail art project to PERMENTER!. I suck.
decide once and for all if...
nine years ago tonight
I received a message from someone on SparkMatch that changed my life.
(you guys remember spark? you don’t? ok um… they had like funny quizzes and did hilarious social experiments and then it was bought by like barnes & noble and the guy who had created it moved on and made OK Cupid)
I bought a new jacket today, so I gave the jacket...
baileygenine:
The more I think about it, the more I wonder where she got so many rats.
was this in SF? was this *my* rat lady? because I often saw a homeless chick who was always petting a rat or a mouse. she was, forgive me, comically homeless. like she was dressed for the role on broadway. she usually wore some sort of hat and fingerless gloves and had dirt on her ruddy face and I imagine a...
kellydeal:
Hole // Plump // Live Through This
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Watchfor those of you who missed family at christmas, here’s a taste of christmas eve at my mom’s house.
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Watchfinally with rotation!
bugsyisbigboned:
Bugsy Meets @poeks & @mdigcat.
step-dad applying liquid band-aid to his...
me: whatcha doin'?
jerry: covering my cracks.
mom: you better bend over.
“What are you waiting for? CHRISTMAS???”
– my mom, yelling at a car in a parking lot. today. on christmas eve.
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Mom: those were the worst Christmas cookies I've ever eaten.
Me: they were probably gluten free organic hippie cookies.
Mom: well she could have at least put some pot in them.
Santa just came to my house!
he was driving a UPS truck and he left an Amazon box!!
I can’t decide if I should open it now or take it with me to my mom’s where santa has already visited me all year long.
I can’t ever hear this song too much.
merry...
I was expecting way more photos of food. →
and, uh, I think I post too many photos of myself.
and a few reminded me of posts I should probably delete.
but this is pretty cool
h/t @poeks
MY MOM WAS WEARING A SNOWMAN SWEATER.
sonicocean:
sokeri:
so happy you were finally able to meet him! and of course mom now says you are both welcome over any time. you know, unless she changes her mind.
Your mom was really nice.
EMOTICON
she claims it’s only the second time she’s worn it. this year.
I had a terrible day.
as my therapist once told me, when I was feeling guilty for my depression, “there is no hierarchy for pain.”
my pain, although it might seem trivial to some, is just as valid as yours. or yours. or yours.
and sometimes we all need our mommies.
pocketcontents:
clapifyoulikeme:
Please don’t ask why. Just know it was terrible. And difficult. And stressful. And sad. With a maybe...
BUGSY or how to build muscle in one hour
so happy you were finally able to meet him! and of course mom now says you are both welcome over any time. you know, unless she changes her mind.
emoticon.
sonicocean:
Today @sokeri took @poeks and I to see her mom’s cat, Bugsy. You know, the cat who has his own facebook fan page and tumblr account and probably soon will have a twitter account.
Anyway, I was expecting a regular old cat that...
"I would suggest that if you don’t want your... →
and also:
when I ask if there is anything else you need while I’m concluding our transaction… no, I can’t find you a good woman.
dear retail customers of the world:
when you come into a store and the underpaid retail sales associate, who has been dealing with people and their problems all day/week, asks a question like, “what can I do for you today?” or “how can I help you?” with a smile on her face, do not give a “funny” answer such as “you can give me a million dollars” because we’ve heard it already...
