(Source: mocktopus.com)
(Source: mocktopus.com)
Just learned a thing I wish I didn’t know about some close relatives.

Why do I continue to hold out hope that people are going to return, in equal measure, the courtesy, loyalty and respect that I give to them?
Why do people persist in sucking so hard? Especially people that I, in my colossal and eternal stupid optimism, trust and believe to be my friends?
… I spoke too soon. SAD is creeping in.
It was a nice holiday, and my family all pitched in to make sure my house wasn’t a squalor-filled hovel out of nightmares. They also pitched in with the cooking and for the first time in all the years of T-day dinner? Food came out of the kitchen exactly on time, despite several mishaps.
We had good fellowship and good food and good times… but today I feel like something my cat threw up. Physically, emotionally, I am sore and battered, and there is no good reason for it.
Oh, well. Maybe it’ll be better tomorrow.
It’s “Fall Back” day (Daylight Savings Time), and, just as with all other things you’d think would make me feel all excited (AN EXTRA HOUR! WEEHOOO!), it’s just… eh.
But there is one plus: I’ll definitely finish one of the fingerless gloves/flip-top mittens for my kid before I’m forced to zonk out for the night.
Weehoo.
A tiny part of what my someday-tattoo will contain.
Halloween 2010. I’m a texting, smoking, Victorian steampunk hoar.
Seems to fit the bill as we approach the big holidays. I love Imogen Heap many lots.