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Miskelion.
May. 25th, 2009 09:02 pmThis is just one big life-loving ramble.
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It's possible for me to love Josh or hate this network card more, but I'm not really sure how I'd go about it. It might involve turtles. It's hard to tell.
A) We're both trying very much to lay down good conversational patterns and the like. Partly, I still have mental suck around (a) cleaning and (b) being called on my failure. I don't want to feel like I have failed as a person when someone says "You left your coffee out". And I don't want him feeling like he can never speak up. Paying careful attention to my brain ftw.
And partly, we talked about parenting more. We're in agreement in a lot of ways, but I wanted to cover what happens when we hit ways in which we aren't. Or-also, when all our high-falutin' Good Parenting plans are dismissed in favour of being tired and stressed, which is not only likely, it's expected. And what happens if I'm infertile, or he is? And so forth.
Josh: I love loving a planner.
Xtina: *beam*
I love me some good convos.
B) Argle bargle snerkle snarf AUGH WRYYY.
Respectively.
One thing we nattered about was my last post, wherein I went on about not wanting to be around people. He had a twinge of personally-taking, but (a) he told me and (b) I reassured him that good heavens no, I'm just stuck in geeklandia, my bad. Today, I love feeling able to speak up about such things, and him feeling able to &c &c.
In other news, today I bought a new pair of sandals, two shirts that fit perfectly, two sweaters to take apart, and a mouse, all for $11. *pleased* I also got a new plastic drawer, upping my total to three 29qt drawer things for clothes. How fun! Oh, I do love days with v. little in the way of human interaction.
I want to make these cookies, but I don't have cocoa, just chocolate chips. Will those suffice? Google will tell, but I'm cleaning and chatting right now. *bustling*
I love summer-like weather. I love it like no other season's weather. I'm finally thoroughly warm. Plus my skin loves it - I have skin that doesn't care for me or its own existence, but it seems to get better when I sweat.
And no roommates are here, which is different, so I'm cleaning and singing at the top of my lungs and I am so happy, I can't begin to explain it to you.
I should write that thank-you note to my therp.
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It's possible for me to love Josh or hate this network card more, but I'm not really sure how I'd go about it. It might involve turtles. It's hard to tell.
A) We're both trying very much to lay down good conversational patterns and the like. Partly, I still have mental suck around (a) cleaning and (b) being called on my failure. I don't want to feel like I have failed as a person when someone says "You left your coffee out". And I don't want him feeling like he can never speak up. Paying careful attention to my brain ftw.
And partly, we talked about parenting more. We're in agreement in a lot of ways, but I wanted to cover what happens when we hit ways in which we aren't. Or-also, when all our high-falutin' Good Parenting plans are dismissed in favour of being tired and stressed, which is not only likely, it's expected. And what happens if I'm infertile, or he is? And so forth.
Josh: I love loving a planner.
Xtina: *beam*
I love me some good convos.
B) Argle bargle snerkle snarf AUGH WRYYY.
Respectively.
One thing we nattered about was my last post, wherein I went on about not wanting to be around people. He had a twinge of personally-taking, but (a) he told me and (b) I reassured him that good heavens no, I'm just stuck in geeklandia, my bad. Today, I love feeling able to speak up about such things, and him feeling able to &c &c.
In other news, today I bought a new pair of sandals, two shirts that fit perfectly, two sweaters to take apart, and a mouse, all for $11. *pleased* I also got a new plastic drawer, upping my total to three 29qt drawer things for clothes. How fun! Oh, I do love days with v. little in the way of human interaction.
I want to make these cookies, but I don't have cocoa, just chocolate chips. Will those suffice? Google will tell, but I'm cleaning and chatting right now. *bustling*
I love summer-like weather. I love it like no other season's weather. I'm finally thoroughly warm. Plus my skin loves it - I have skin that doesn't care for me or its own existence, but it seems to get better when I sweat.
And no roommates are here, which is different, so I'm cleaning and singing at the top of my lungs and I am so happy, I can't begin to explain it to you.
I should write that thank-you note to my therp.
