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so last week, feeling incredibly unhappy about my virtual disappearance from LJ during the work weeks (mainly because i'm so damn exhausted by the time i get home i can barely put three words together and form a coherent thought), i decided to write my posts on my lunch break. that way, when i get home i can just type them up, little to no thinking involved. voila.

the only problem? is that i get a whole hour for lunch. which is fantastico, don't get me wrong. it's just that now instead of writing up a little blurby post, i have an hour to wax so not poetic and i end up with these long essays about what i'm thinking or feeling or the direction of the wind that day. and then when i get home i can't be arsed to type all that up. meh, i say, too much. besides, who wants to read all of that? maybe once in a while, but come on. so i'm trying again this week keeping brevity in mind. we'll see how it goes.

and commenting? yeah, i'm just going to comment now no matter how vacant my brain feels. none of this i'll come back later when i have something clever to say - because that never seems to happen (the coming back or the cleverness). so yes. i guess i'd rather be here half-assed than not at all. lucky you! =)

and lastly (mostly for my own record, but feel free to follow along), ( nip update - do i need to add tmi to this? )

i need new icons. and i need more than 50. there really should be more hours in a day. or rather, fewer hours worked in a day. yes, i propose that. make it so. please?

*headdesk*

every time i get all resolved that yes, good, i'm not going, fine... something happens to make me question my decision.

here's the thing. i'm from pasadena. grew up there. lived most of my life there. will be there two weeks prior for christmas with the fam. the boys are going to be in MY town. there will be girlies in MY town! and what? I won't be there? hrmph. something's just wrong with that picture.

you have no idea how much it pained me to see all these people flocking to hollywood for the oscars and torn and i was... here. on the other side of the states freezing my ass off. there were people in MY city. i worked near hollywood and highland for several years. i've never met the boys or seen them in person. i never went to any events. oh, i read all about them, saw the pics, downloaded clips, but... *shrug*

no, no. that's ridiculous, getting on a plane two weeks later to go right back? i mean, i HATE to fly. and i wouldn't be able to get the time off anyhow. probably. argh. for a minute the other day i even considered NOT going home at christmas and waiting to go home in january instead. that's just ludicrous.

no. i'll be fine. i just need to moan for a bit. i'll practice now. *mooooaaannn* *moooaaaannn*