"to be here and believe"

I think it is deeply unfair when busses are early. I don't like it when they're late, but there's something about approaching a bus stop only to see your bus pulling away, when you know the schedule says they won't be there for another three minutes.

In related news, I missed intro to RAD course the Beast was offering. But it meant I got a study date with Light, which led to a spontaneous flu shot.

My hair is so very, very purple. And my mother disapproves so much, and all these years later, her disapproval is still kind of like catnip. (she also disapproves of the tattoos and the piercings, but I think they're more ignorable than the hair).

I'm writing a lot of unsent emails lately, feeling too awkward to say "hi, i'm thinking of you in a not-stalkery way" to people, and I wonder why I'm so afraid of overstepping my bounds, of behaving inappropriately, of being misinterpreted. Oh, language, you fickle fucking bitch. Could it be so simple as my mother telling me I was too much for her, and thinking that it logically follows that I'd be too much for everyone else as well?

Bad note to end on, but the Ambien's creeping up on me. Time to browse etsy and flag new favorites to surprise me in the morning.

"to be here and believe"

I think it is deeply unfair when busses are early. I don't like it when they're late, but there's something about approaching a bus stop only to see your bus pulling away, when you know the schedule says they won't be there for another three minutes.

In related news, I missed intro to RAD course the Beast was offering. But it meant I got a study date with Light, which led to a spontaneous flu shot.

My hair is so very, very purple. And my mother disapproves so much, and all these years later, her disapproval is still kind of like catnip. (she also disapproves of the tattoos and the piercings, but I think they're more ignorable than the hair).

I'm writing a lot of unsent emails lately, feeling too awkward to say "hi, i'm thinking of you in a not-stalkery way" to people, and I wonder why I'm so afraid of overstepping my bounds, of behaving inappropriately, of being misinterpreted. Oh, language, you fickle fucking bitch. Could it be so simple as my mother telling me I was too much for her, and thinking that it logically follows that I'd be too much for everyone else as well?

Bad note to end on, but the Ambien's creeping up on me. Time to browse etsy and flag new favorites to surprise me in the morning.