merry christmas

I've just returned from home, Christmas celebrations. It was wonderful to see my family again, but it always seems so short, and rushed. I feel pulled in a million directions- and I'm not ever sure I'm doing best by each part of my family.

People call me a curmudgeon, or a scrooge- but it's more the perfectionist thing. I want for the holidays to make up for everything I've let slide through the years.

It never works that way.

concept

thinking about writing about what i'm thinking about which is writing about what i'm thinking about.

did that ever used to happen to you?

you'd start to think about what you were thinking about, which was at that point, what you were thinking about

and in my head i would think "i'm thinking about what i'm thinking about what i'm thinking about what i'm thinking about" until i would go slightly mad and try to think of something like parrots, or lawyers, or concrete and eventually it would stop.

why parrots and lawyers and concrete, you ask?

i have no idea.

Pictures...

Back in the day working at the coyote

Me and the ghosts of roommates past..
tasneem and magpie rockin' out

Apartment now...

I wish I'd taken photos before I cleaned, because this doesn't really reflect what I did today. Anyway, this is the way the apartment looks now, before our last new roommate moves in. New furniture is coming, and some old stuff is going.

Starting over

After realizing (rather, being informed by another) that having the name of the company I work for included in my personal blog was not the wisest thing I've ever done, I attempted to delete the posts in which it appeared. But, being the techno-idiot that I am, I deleted the whole thing.

So, moving on.

New roommates, new blog, good fun.