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The current personal status of me
Jul. 23rd, 2007 04:16 pmLove life: Ha, that's funny. You think I have one.
Job: Work itself sucks on toast, the most annoying thing being everybody's burning desire to order takeout every damn night. Hi, I'm broke. I can't afford this. Damn it, quit tempting me with the Domino's menu.
Also, I was going to go to the temp agency today but I stayed home to try and put more of a dent in the Pulse recap. And I wonder why I'm broke.
Original fic: *headdesk*
My fannishness: Stalled for the summer, except apparently for reality television. God help me. I keep reading about people going to Comic Con and meeting Jared and Jensen on the set and for some reason stuff like that depresses me. Not because I can't afford to go to Comic Con or Vancouver, but because my self-esteem's surfing at puddle-deep lately and all I can think is that if I were in the same room with any of those people they wouldn't like me. (And people wonder why I changed from a shy dork in college to a loudmouthed attention whore now. Uh, desperation?)
Fan fiction: Sweet Charity story for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
clex_monkie89 ... um, coming. I have the whole story in my head, but I need the opening to come already and it's jammed in there somewhere. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
spn_harlequin story ... stalled. I think my brain wants me to get the Pulse recap and Sweet Charity out of the way first. reel_spn story ... it's right there. I figure once I empty out space in my brain I'll be fine.
My wardrobe: I'm running out of clothes that aren't worn full of holes, stained, or ill-fitting. Looks like another trip to the Salvation Army as soon as I can scrape together some cash.
Health: I'm really starting to think my workplace is making me sick. I'm mostly fine when I'm home, the only really annoying thing being how much I sleep on the weekends, and really, I think that might be depression. When I get depressed, I do three things -- sleep, eat mostly junk food (like, chips and Pepsi for breakfast, lunch, and dinner), and avoid cleaning my apartment. The only time I feel genuinely like crap is in the workplace with the lack of air conditioning and fifteen dirty fans running all the time. Hmm, wonder why I always get headachey and nauseated when I'm there.
My apartment: Oh, God. Somebody come clean. Someone with a strong stomach who won't preach about what a slob I am. In other words, someone not my mom.
Job: Work itself sucks on toast, the most annoying thing being everybody's burning desire to order takeout every damn night. Hi, I'm broke. I can't afford this. Damn it, quit tempting me with the Domino's menu.
Also, I was going to go to the temp agency today but I stayed home to try and put more of a dent in the Pulse recap. And I wonder why I'm broke.
Original fic: *headdesk*
My fannishness: Stalled for the summer, except apparently for reality television. God help me. I keep reading about people going to Comic Con and meeting Jared and Jensen on the set and for some reason stuff like that depresses me. Not because I can't afford to go to Comic Con or Vancouver, but because my self-esteem's surfing at puddle-deep lately and all I can think is that if I were in the same room with any of those people they wouldn't like me. (And people wonder why I changed from a shy dork in college to a loudmouthed attention whore now. Uh, desperation?)
Fan fiction: Sweet Charity story for
clex_monkie89 ... um, coming. I have the whole story in my head, but I need the opening to come already and it's jammed in there somewhere. spn_harlequin story ... stalled. I think my brain wants me to get the Pulse recap and Sweet Charity out of the way first. reel_spn story ... it's right there. I figure once I empty out space in my brain I'll be fine.My wardrobe: I'm running out of clothes that aren't worn full of holes, stained, or ill-fitting. Looks like another trip to the Salvation Army as soon as I can scrape together some cash.
Health: I'm really starting to think my workplace is making me sick. I'm mostly fine when I'm home, the only really annoying thing being how much I sleep on the weekends, and really, I think that might be depression. When I get depressed, I do three things -- sleep, eat mostly junk food (like, chips and Pepsi for breakfast, lunch, and dinner), and avoid cleaning my apartment. The only time I feel genuinely like crap is in the workplace with the lack of air conditioning and fifteen dirty fans running all the time. Hmm, wonder why I always get headachey and nauseated when I'm there.
My apartment: Oh, God. Somebody come clean. Someone with a strong stomach who won't preach about what a slob I am. In other words, someone not my mom.
