Stuff, with a capital S

Recently, I've (probably annoyingly) begun saying "Stuff!", flinging my arms out broadly, instead of reexplaining each time that what I mean is a ridiculously positive turnabout in my perception of life. Stuff! is the ineffable, the swath of possibilities and first and second and third chances, the opportunity to try something new and get it wrong, the perceived flattening of obstacles previously intimidatingly insurmountable, the rerecognition that the only reason to desire immortality is for the sake of eternal omniscience and joy, that there's just not enough time unless you fire up the will.

What does this mean? I'm in a disturbingly perpetual good mood, and my cigarette boat of newfound hope and overexcitability will do its damnedest to drag you all kneeboarding along in its wake, coughing and spitting as you twist on the tow rope.

Yes, I'm cautiously happy.

erm

there's always something awful and poignant and cheesy and heartbreaking, all at the same time, when you end something; the emotionally polar opposite of what you both held in your hands and your hearts in the thick of it, the being with someone for the foreseeable future, past the horizon of belief. there's no going back, no revisiting, no reliving. the irrevocable moment has passed, and things can not ever be the same. the word, the look, the argument. you can still love someone and hope and believe in them, want them to be the best they can be and still shower encouragement on them, but you don't have to be a part of it any more; and that's a relief, no matter how much empathy you have for their struggle. it's a hard heart that can do that. a hard, hard heart.

anything i's a blessing

so it's taken me longer than usual. we don't need to go into how fucked up he made me, since if you had the misfortune, you've had to deal with it or heard it. but - my brain is coming back, the old me is crawling out of the shell, and i'm going to try harder to be less of a shitbag.

so there. fwiw.

bleh

um, barf. are blogs and msm doing stories on how much the downturn is affecting rich people just to piss off the vast majority of the country?

fun fun awkward awkward!

so i finally talked to my ex of ... he said it was 11 years, but i think it was longer. whatever. anyway - it was really fun to talk to him, and he has a wife and a 10 month old, and is doing pretty well for... still living in denton. i never thought he'd leave for good anyway, but i'm amused that he's still playing shows. also? ffff = funner with the backstage pass. i talked to some random guys who seemed entertained, and i also enjoyed today's shows a lot more than yesterday. it's weird to smile for more than a second. i guess there probably is something wrong with me.

Obligatory photo of dave. Happy birthday

Karen after the obama annoucement

my phone's on viiiiiiiiiiiiihhhhhhh...

uh, i got back into rufus tonight. hell, it's either that or magnetic fields every time roomie and i spend too long of a time on the back porch, and we checked out our favorite songs from last month's performances that are on the youtube.

leave me alone.

also, don't ask me how nanowrimo's going. i'm losing horribly.

click through to noms

mzzzh

i've decided to take a week-long facebook vacation (facecation? staytubeation?). i've been having dreams about facebook. it's surely precipitated by spending at least ten hours a day on it, but it's not going anywhere, and i would prefer to dream about something other than scramble or someone stalking me through ADS on facebook. so, you might hear a bit more than usual on this front. i've signed up for nanowrimo again too, so hopefully that'll be productive. if we scramble maybe it'll be actual boggle, where i have to write words instead of typing. maybe the vacation will include not listening to hercules and love affair, because it's sort of turning me into a vamping tranny (which isn't really something i'm cut out for in life). who knows! perhaps boring shenanigans will ensue. basically, this is your license for bitching me out if you see me on facebook.

also, i really hope the brown lipstick around my eye and the red permanent marker ink backwards B come off by tomorrow. it was a little bit more effort than i can expend to take care of that right now.