Aperte Desiderata

Got off work late. Crashed at home, missed the Tumblr meetup (which I hear is still going on, but it’s 45 minutes from my house and I just don’t have the energy to drive/navigate there right now), and am going to go to bed as soon as I get out of the shower. I’m a double tomorrow since I don’t give a crap about football (speaking of sports, go Stars! 4 in a row!) but I do care about having enough money to pay my bills. So. There’s that. Away I go to do a bit of yoga, shower, and sleep.

just leaving work. not gonna make it to the tumblr meetup after all. :(

I’m so annoyed. My MacBook fan is broken, and I can’t fix it myself. So I’ll have to take it in to Apple, but my warranty expired a few months ago so I’ll have to pay for the repairs and parts. Only, I’m a broke-ass motherfucker right now, and I can’t even get an estimate for how much it’ll cost. So I’m without my MacBook (which is pretty much my life) for who knows how long. :( I still have my PC, but I hate it so much. Being on it just makes me miss my lappie even more.

Yoga isn’t easy -
I’m not very flexible -
but I still like it.

Just thought you might want to know.

Ew. When Texas does winter weather, it really does winter weather. Ice and hail and wind and temperatures ten to twenty degrees below freezing. I know that to a lot of the States, that’s the norm, but we’re not used to it here in DFW! Make it go awayyy.

­­­“Why, yes, Wiggs. Of course. Everything that’s alive was born, and everything that was born has got to die. There’s no getting around it. It’s the law of the universe.”

Nude though he was, Dr. Dannyboy drew himself up like a bank president. He tapped his patch portentiously, like a master of ceremonies testing a microphone. Then, in a surprisingly soft and even tone, he said:

“The universe does not have laws.

“It has habits.

“And habits can be broken.”

Jitterbug Perfume by Tom Robbins

The fan on my laptop is burnt out and I don’t have the money to get it fixed. I won’t be able to be around Tumblr much for a while… :(

Lots of hugs.
And it was wonderful.

P.S. Apparently the need for touch is a common one.
Pop your personal bubbles, people.
Hold somebody’s hand for a little while.
It’s okay. It’s just a connection,
and we really shouldn’t be afraid of that.

Sometimes I don’t think people understand the power of a human touch. I love being touched. A hand on the small of my back. Thumbs rubbing the knots out of my shoulders. Fingers intertwined with mine. Arms wrapping me in a bear hug. Even the most platonic touch is still good.

The sad thing is, I don’t get that kind of human interaction very often any more. What I wouldn’t give to be wrapped in a huge bear hug and just held for a while…

There are nine days left in January and I barely have enough money to pay rent, let alone any of my other bills. Fucking restaurant business. Fucking economy. Fucking bad work ethic on my part lately. Time to start selling stuff I guess. Clothes, presents from the ex-boyfriend, that coffee pot I’ve never even plugged in, some old CDs… Cash monies, please.

In other news, I have had some very weird dreams lately.

Also, I need to drink more water.

And I got a new phone! I can set pictures of hockey players as my wallpaper, and that makes me very happy.

Oh and wtf 80° weather in January.