mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Jayne your mouth is talking)
LJ is a public platform, and that necessarily drags a whole slew of problems in its wake. Where does one draw the line between the private and the public sphere? It's a delicate balance.

I've had this LJ for 12 years now, give or take, and I've mostly kept my entries public. Very few people read this, and most of them are people I know in real life. The rest are online friends I've had for what feels like forever. They are people whom I trust with my thoughts, with much of my inner life. Of course, a lot of that has changed since I stopped being single. I've carried on mostly the way I did before, though I try to remain circumspect about what enters the very public sphere of the internet. I have dropped the ball on a few notable occasions, it must be said, but I do try to keep a lid on things.

Hyperbole And A Half and other things under the cut )
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Dead Baby Possum)
The past few days have kind of killed whatever brain cells I have. So, no real update from me today. I'm just going to go to bed and see if tomorrow turns out any better.

Good night, flist. :)
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Happiness)
I was thinking about the old saying: "Be careful what you wish for, because you just might get it," and it occurred to me that quite possibly the most tragic outcome of taking that advice would be for someone to stop wishing entirely, on the off-chance that they might not like the result of their heart's desire.

To clarify

Aug. 10th, 2010 08:09 pm
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Hope Eternal)
Okay, that last post came out a LOT whinier than I intended.

For the record, I am okay. I'm just in a bit of a holding pattern, made necessary by the fact that I'm trying to make some major changes in my life, and all my energy is going into that. So the rest of my life has settled into a really quiet routine that has me mostly withdrawn from a lot of social contact IRL.

Anyway, yes.

Peace out, everyone. :)
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (WTF)
So I have been neglecting this LJ for a bit (hah!), and today I figured I would go and poke at my flist and see what's what.

There are a few new folk who have joined from the SPN fandom (hi guys! Hope you're not too bored yet!).

There are also a handful of people I have never heard of and whose LJs seem like the most random of random things ever. One is clearly a commercial ploy to get me to buy "haute-couture" children's clothes (hah! For one, their definition of "haute-couture" is not my definition, let me tell you, and if you know anything about my mother you'll know that I am right and they are wrong). The rest? I have NO IDEA.

One appears to be some creative writing LJ based on the Tarot. I think. I confess that I didn't read much past the first entry. Another is from a 16-year-old girl with only one post, and I appear to be the ONLY person she lists as a friend. O_O

Basically, WTF?

Anyway, if you're new here, how about giving me a wave? I'd like to know who you are and why you're here. Seems like common courtesy to me. It's not like there's anything in this LJ apart from my semi-neurotic rambling and the occasional letter from my mother.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Pan-Pan)
So I'm sitting on the sofa, and Pan-Pan has taken up his favourite position on the back of the sofa behind my head. The next thing I know, in an attempt to shift positions Pan-Pan has rolled off the sofa and landed with a huge thump! on the floor and is now looking up at me with an offended expression.

*snerk*

At this rate, the whole household will have bruises.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (To be true)
*checks watch*

Isn't November over yet? Feh. I always wonder if what's going on in my head leaks out in public, no matter how much I try to put a good face on it. November brings out a fight-or-flight instinct in me, and I'm always aware of this tightly-strung energy humming around me, as though the edges of my personal fabric are fraying and unraveling just a little bit faster than I can knit them back up again. What's difficult to tell is whether I'm projecting my own neuroses on others, or whether they're actually reacting to all the frantic energy I'm always putting into holding myself together until all this passes, only to come back the next year.


Okay, onto more light-hearted stuff.

I have a massive bruise on my hip, from where I fell last night. Did I mention that I fell on a (thankfully empty) coffee cup? Yeah. Insult to injury. Or injury to injury, in this case. That'll teach me to leave my mug on the floor by the sofa.

There has been a WEIRD conjunction in the fiction in my life, in which I suddenly keep running into fictional characters named Daphne. It's a little jarring, since it's usually a pretty rare name. Has it known a resurgence in popularity lately?

It's weird. I love my name, always have, have always been, to the point of being kind of obsessively protective of it (I hate it when people misspell my name or shorten it out of laziness), and it feels WEIRD when the characters are people I wouldn't approve of in life. I mean, how DARE they sully our good name? And yes, I know, they're fictional. Eesh.

I have no explanation.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Kingdom of Idiot)
Okay, so I'm obviously overtired and a little on the clumsier side than usual. Here I am, sitting on the sofa, watching Supernatural (I am blitzing through at a speed that is only marginally less embarrassing than this story), and decide that lying back on the sofa is a good plan.

So I twist aside, pull on the sofa cushion so that I can rest it against the arm of the sofa, lose my balance... and fall off the sofa, on my ass, right on the floor.

*headdesk*


This is for posterity, you understand. Just in case I ever start taking myself too seriously. :P
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Girlfolk)
I decided to wear a skirt to work today. I can count the number of times a year I do this on the fingers of one hand.

I realized on my way to the metro why I don't do this more often. Because I'm wearing a long skirt, I had to don a pair of heels (more of a wedge, really), and I am NOT used to walking in them. My poor feet require more arch support than these shoes provide. Owie.

Still I feel all swishy and swirly in my long skirt, and it's kind of fun. :)
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Gretzky)
I am surrounded by sleeping cats. It's nice. :)
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Anatomically Impossible)
Okay, so rather than whining about how sick I feel, I instead give you this video, filched fromĀ [livejournal.com profile] otterdance:



It made me laugh very very hard.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Going and Staying)
It's weird being back. Just a week has gone by, and I am completely out of the habit of checking LJ and posting.

Bear with me while I try to find my former mindspace. :)

Feh.

Aug. 27th, 2009 04:41 pm
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Happiness)
I am in a bad mood, and so to compensate I give you the World's Happiest Tortoise. Seriously.

mousme: A text icon in black text on yellow that reads The avalanche has started, it is too late for the pebbles to vote (Avalanche)
In no particular order, these are my hobbies:

Reading
Writing
Knitting
Playing video games
Futzing on the internet
Occasionally heading out for fishing/shooting/tramping in the woods

The problem? They are pretty much ALL mutually exclusive.

*siiiigh*

So very frustrating when there are so few hours in the day.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Pedigree)
... but the snark made me laugh.

"I've seen the village and I don't want it raising my children."

Heh.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Revelation)
I "borrowed" this from someone who posts on a forum I frequented. It's a 'church signs' debate, correctly identified by [livejournal.com profile] savant_da_rat as the result of the Church Signs Generator.

Pictures behind the cut! )
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Grin (Anna))
This happened on Tuesday, but I forgot to mention it then.


Dentist: *showing me my x-rays* "This is what happens when particles of food get caught between your teeth, and aren't removed within a reasonable amount of time."

Me: "Mm-hmm."

Dentist: "It's 100% preventable, so long as you were to somehow get between your teeth in order to remove said particles."

Me: *giggle*

Dentist: "This is best accomplished by using, say, a long, filament-like object..."

Me: *laughing* "Okay, okay, I get it! I need to floss more!"

Dentist: "Attagirl!"
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Going Mad)
"Sir, the fact that you have a GPS tracking system in your shoes has nothing to do with the RCMP!"


Bwah!
mousme: A text icon, white text on green, that reads Zathras trained in crisis management (Crisis Management)
Briefly:

- Am at work. Will be working overtime tonight and Wednesday.
- One of the n00bs at work is having trouble grasping the material. We are all worried that she won't make it. :(
- Gretzky is none the worse for wear after her little trauma on Friday evening. She is back to her cranky old self.
- Three more people are out on sick leave at work. Yay. One is coming back tomorrow, one is coming back in three weeks or so, and one is gone for God knows how long. So much for hiring n00bs.
- My new alarm clock isn't ringing when I want it to. I turn it on, it doesn't ring. I test it upon waking (I have a back-up alarm clock) and it works. I fail to comprehend.
- I desperately need a haircut, but am wondering if I should hold out another few weeks, since I will be attending a wedding at the end of the month and have to get a haircut for that anyway.
- I am having trouble figuring out how the new radio system works. I can work the radios just fine, but I don't have a grasp of where the towers are and what frequency is being used where. Something to work on, I guess.
- Pinata!Supervisor is out of here in exactly nine days! w00t!
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (End of the World)
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Due to the state of the economy, recent budget cuts, and soaring energy costs, the light at the end of the tunnel has been turned off until further notice. The management regrets the inconvenience.

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