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I forgot how big my monitor is.
Seriously. I used my tiny laptop while I was out of town. You know, the underpowered laptop I got specifically because it was underpowered and small. All things considered, I spent most of the ...
The truth is there is none.
The two greatest lies ever told were “Everything is okay” and “Everything is not okay”. Reality is somewhere in the middle.
My Red Dress.
I had terrible lighting to work with, I’m sorry. I feel like pictures don’t do me/the dress justice. I got more compliments than I ever expected. I definitely need to crossdress again. ...
Regular.
To beat traffic, I’ve been getting up at 5 AM. To occupy my time, I hit the gym in the rec center. There’s so much time that I don’t even need to watch the clock. The most relaxation you’ll ev...
Waxy Pits.
So I got my armpits waxed. Huh. Kind of anti-climatic when I phrase it like that. It felt like a rugburn, at worse. And honestly, it hurt the most when she was rubbing in the wax. For all I’ve...
On Poop.
I remember grade school through high school, I would poop once a day as soon as I got home from school. It was never planned, nor imperative, nor even anything I thought anything of. Pooping ha...
On Caffeine.
For a very long time, I’ve had a latent prejudice against caffeine. Growing up, I thought my mom’s daily coffee routine was ridiculous. She clearly had a dependency, and “needed” her coffee in ...
A Big Gay Reminder.
Little over a month until NaNoWriMo. In the spirit of feedback and motivation, over the years I like to send out my novels as-I-write-them in emails. Whoever was on my list from 2011 will get a...
Commuting sucks big floppy donkey dick.
It took four hours last night to do one homework assignment. The usual anxiety leading up to it, but once I got started I just powered through. I was after 11 by the time I got home. I was alr...
I hearted my butt.
Look at my ass tat. This was on my shortlist of tattoos that I’ve wanted when I got interested in tattoos two years ago. A little simple heart tattoo on my butt. Sometime a year ago, Elissa an...
There is no spoon.
This has become my mental reminder that nothing really matters. That sometimes I get trapped in my head and that thoughts themselves don’t actually exist. It’s like an emergency exit out of the...
You wanna di?
Now I don’t have to worry if Erik misplaces his dice. : D
Swimmingly.
Commutes suck. What could take 35 minutes in good traffic can take over an hour in the morning. I dread sitting in traffic, feel so anxious in it, and otherwise feel terrible for a while after....
Don't think about it.
I had a terrible commute which I don’t really want to talk about. What could be a 35 minute drive is an hour and fifteen in rush hour. I’d leave later, but then there would be no parking. So, ...
I still want to see Ghostbusters.
Classes start tomorrow. I got text notifications that a couple of the books I ordered should be delivered today. I’m hoping I can at least open one or two of them and get a mental headstart. I...
Dungeons and Doorknobs.
My front doorknob jammed in the locked position the other day. As in, it was locked shut and I couldn’t enter or leave through the front door. Boy am I glad I have a fire escape. I tried disas...
Breakthrough.
I’ve known for years my tendency to kind of shut down. I recognize it as a problem. Today, Elissa suggested that it’s a defense mechanism. It makes sense. I’m terrified of interpersonal confl...
Worst. Birthday. Ever.
It's 4:41 am and I can't sleep. Yesterday was easily one of the worst birthdays ever. I held to my plan of no hard alcohol. And proceeded to drink to much wine. Vodka, I can measure. Wine, I...
Timmy Will Rise Again.
Like the drop-off when you're expecting a positive emotion, perhaps relief or elation or excitement, but instead find yourself sad, empty, and even a little anxious. Over two months since I gave...
Necessary Lies.
We create vast worlds of fiction for ourselves because the coldness of reality is too much to take. Whether it's absorbing ourselves in a fandom, triumphing some facet of life (family, fame, for...
More Naked Time.
And it hits me that the last time I really wrote was right before I worked nine days straight while the boss lady was on vacation. And then I remember what I did the last day of those three days...
Naked Time.
Went nude beaching. Totally and completely worth it. For years, I wanted to go, but Candi was always too self-conscious to go. Stick in the mud. Elissa and I pretty much have the same level o...
The Fourth on the Fifth.
I feel sorry for all the people who had their parties on Friday. The weather yesterday was RIDICULOUSLY NICE. Kind of pissed me off how I woke up with a headache. How does one wake up with a h...
Write your story.
One of the best metaphors I've come across as for our sense of self is that we are the ongoing story that we write for ourselves. Far more than an image, we portray ourselves as the result of al...
Pictures are moments in time.
Rearranging things and found a bunch of pictures of Candi and I. Got to me a little. Five years, man, five years. Occasionally, I get told how it's a "big deal" how I broke up with my fiancee....
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Public entries which I hope are on par with Classic Timmy™.
