Official

Officially got the apartment.

Officially injured my foot.

Officially sick of humanity.

Officially want to hike the Pacific Crest Trail and have been told I am officially obsessed with it.

Going to officially see the Boyfriend this Friday instead of just when I happen to be at whatever store is on his route when he is there also. The last time I spent quality time with him was at The Avengers opening night, so I’m feeling pretty starved for affection. I knew what I was getting into, but the absolute lack of time sucks.

I suppose I should start shuttling stuff into the new space now.

I personally hate this one. I say what I mean, and if I say “I’m done,” I mean that I am done, finished, no longer interested in a continuance of the relationship. I mean if you continue showing up at my house and calling and texting I am going to get angry and probably call the cops. I had an ex start getting stalkerish because he thought “Don’t contact me anymore” meant “Drown me in your affection and ignore all protests.” People: say what you mean.

(via escapism101)

GOT AN APARTMENT

It’s unofficial, but the landlady hinted really heavily and I’m super excited to finally get away from my parents again. Finally, finally, finally. I will go nuts if this falls through, but I’m feeling some crazy optimism for once and not going to squelch it. I need some happy. I’ll deal with whatever else happens when it happens.

Can’t tell if allergies, or sick.

I try

I try not to complain, so when my life goes to shit I tend not to actually post anything. That should change pretty soon. Moving the hell out of this hellhole, got a second position at work so I’m not constantly interacting with idiots, life’s kinda looking up.

Also I got new running shoes and I pull carts sixteen hours a week. Guess who will be in awesome shape pretty soon, barring any annoying injuries? This lady. (In spite of how little I can actually run. I’M A SWIMMER!!!!!! I just don’t have a pool!)

I am cutting my hair even shorter- if the wind keeps pushing it in my eyes I’m probably going to get hit by a car. Bring on the “are you a lesbian?” comments, O narrow minded inhabitants of this ridiculously fundie town. Hope the boyfriend doesn’t mind, but if he does, he can deal with it.

Today’s my first eight-hour shift as a cart puller. I will probably be dead to the world tonight, and a zombie tomorrow. It’s a Saturday, nope, it’s actually Friday. Good thing I checked my watch, I was having these visions of having my boss chasing me with the spare cart strap to keep me at a sprint. Inasmuch as a person can sprint pulling ten carts. Fridays aren’t as insane as weekends. It’s still busy, but not crazily so. Usually.

Maybe I should go eat now, hmmm? Breakfast!

45 minutes until I have to leave for work, and I’ve yet to set foot in the house…I’m not talking to my parents at the moment and I’m reluctant to give them the opportunity to shit all over me (obviously metaphorically) right before work. But I do need to make my hair somewhat less Flock of Seagulls-esque. And I should probably eat something. And I should probably change out of my boyfriend’s shirt and into my own and start dealing with all these messy life things. Brushing my teeth couldn’t hurt either.

So, that’s me having talked myself into it, then. Although I am loathe to leave the warm, junky bed. 

I was wrong

Love is more like being strapped to somebody else who’s wearing the parachute and you’re both jumping out of the plane and you really, really hope that one of you can land this thing. 

Love

It’s supposed to feel like leaning out over a precipice and their hands holding yours are all that’s keeping you from falling…right?

stfuconservatives:

socialistictendencies:

lau-ra-sau-rus:

14kgoldnyc:

wasonginmyheart:

rubyvroom:

ouyangdan:

msbarrows:

hostilemakeover:

Papers are refusing to run this week’s Doonsbury. It should be seen.

It’s good to know that there are newspapers that have carried it.

Like I said yesterday. I love Doonesbury. I love that they are not afraid to take on big topics. I was impressed with how they handled MST. That papers won’t run this is shameful.

They can run articles and editorials about the legislation, but a cartoon depicting the results is TOO MUCH. 

I don’t even have anything to say.

Ah, the whole week’s worth! 

so quality

Hey, if you run a newspaper and this isn’t in it because it’s so controversial, remove yourself from said newspaper staff and make sure you use a copy to get papercuts on your eyes.

Everything. Everything in these strips is perfect. The fact that newspapers aren’t running it makes my blood boil. These strips aren’t controversial for the sake of being controversial. They humanize the victims of these cruel, unnecessary laws. These strips should be everywhere. Everyone should print it out and mail it to their legislator.

I just can’t with this “Oh we don’t want to run a comic that shows the actual effects of real laws that are currently being passed” bullshit.

-Jess

Sometimes….

Sometimes I just want to run as far as I can and then scream until my lungs burst.