"ye" was a typo but I like it.
I went and got myself a new job a few weeks ago. After a counter-offer from my previous employer and excruciating perseveration over my career, I took the new job.
I am writing this because it's the product of a powerful and painful recent revelation. I'm telling it in brief snippets of memories, and it does depict forms of abuse. It's also REALLY LONG.
I have compiled my resignation packet and letter and it's all set to go but I cannot push send.
Please welcome your true evil cat overlord, Atchoum.
In a few weeks, Mister Farce and I are having peripheral friends visit/stay with us.
As an avid nerd, I love sci-fi, fantasy, historical fiction. I always have and I probably always will. Clearly, much enjoyment around these genres is the ability to suspend disbelief. I can completely buy dragons, magic, anthropomorphism, omnipotent beings, aliens, and time travel without a second thought.
Job application woes herein.
A man in his 30s died when he fell through the basement access grate of an abandoned building on Bedford Ave in Brooklyn on Sunday. The unnamed victim is thought to have lived in a nearby shelter. Witnesses noted he was simply walking down the street, not taking particular note of where he was walking exactly like…
I am addicted to the stuff and I do not apologize for it. I cannot function in the morning without it.
I accidentally had three margaritas (they made them with chambord! It was glorious!) at lunch with some friends I haven't seen in ages, so instead of being productive this afternoon, I've opted to explore bad movies.
So I posted this early this morning because my head was still reeling from it all. You guys were very kind and supportive!
I was tooling around the old Facebook last night when I got a message on that awful FB messenger app that said "congratulations on your engagement!" from a guy I haven't spoken to ... since graduation from high school 12 years ago. Not to mention that Mister Farce and I have been engaged for well over a year at this…
One student's amazing tweets regarding the political participants in the Paris march.
Good morning! It's Sunday morning and I've been awake since 5, which is not only frustrating, but boring. Ergo, I present a disconnected stream of thoughts.
There are many words I would use to describe myself: feminist, liberal, lover of knowledge, skeptic, atheist... Aquarius?
My Saturday night is being spent with lentil soup, the pets, and probably some Guinness since the Mister is on his first shift and the weather is CRAP.
I'm making these horribly named cupcakes again for Mr. Farce's first real shift (the last one was training). My tip of the day: buttercream 101.
The mister and I were just recapping our New Year's Eve celebration, since we sat around like unspeaking hungover slugs yesterday, just watching movies.
I am - according to cursory and wholly unscientific perusal of my FB feed - the last woman I know not to have a child. It has been made clear to me on several occasions that as a non-mother, I am allowed to express (or even hold) exactly zero opinions on children, childhood, parenting, or wise life choices.