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nonethefewer- Jennifer (B's new squeeze) (heh) is... *flails* Really sweet. I like her a lot. I approved of her, to B. And we have social anx in common, amusingly enough. Him having a girlfriend is a new thing for me, so I'd love to worry more, but eh. I like her fine, I don't think I push, and yeah. (They haven't discussed terminology, but it seems to be heading there.) (Girlfriend != lover.) I'm v. pleased.
- We had our one-year-in-PDXtown approxiversary yesterday night. I kept looking around and going, "I know enough people to fill up a table! Cool." Also apparently, I'm either going to a roller derby this Saturday, or I'm going roller skating this Saturday, or both. Ooo.
- I got my ear stretched during lunch today. I'm now at a 12g earring (here, 1/2" size). And I, being the wuss that I clearly am, got really faint. The piercer was entirely cool about it, and the counter person commiserated with me about being a pain-wuss. *sighs* This shall now stay in for a few months; we shall see. For my notes: aftercare.
- I am inches away from burning everything I own. I am tired of being a magpie, and collecting things because they might ever be useful. You know what? They rarely fuckin' will. B found a place that takes donated stuff, so I'm going to clean the hell out of the upstairs, and get rid of nearly everything. Damn.
- Speaking of saying fuck it, I've changed my mind - I'm doing convert-knitting-patterns-to-.pdf stuff in Excel, instead. I don't trust Word even a little bit. I miss Reveal Codes, dammit.
I'm drop-dead exhausted.
- We had our one-year-in-PDXtown approxiversary yesterday night. I kept looking around and going, "I know enough people to fill up a table! Cool." Also apparently, I'm either going to a roller derby this Saturday, or I'm going roller skating this Saturday, or both. Ooo.
- I got my ear stretched during lunch today. I'm now at a 12g earring (here, 1/2" size). And I, being the wuss that I clearly am, got really faint. The piercer was entirely cool about it, and the counter person commiserated with me about being a pain-wuss. *sighs* This shall now stay in for a few months; we shall see. For my notes: aftercare.
- I am inches away from burning everything I own. I am tired of being a magpie, and collecting things because they might ever be useful. You know what? They rarely fuckin' will. B found a place that takes donated stuff, so I'm going to clean the hell out of the upstairs, and get rid of nearly everything. Damn.
- Speaking of saying fuck it, I've changed my mind - I'm doing convert-knitting-patterns-to-.pdf stuff in Excel, instead. I don't trust Word even a little bit. I miss Reveal Codes, dammit.
I'm drop-dead exhausted.
