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Ok, and just a note, my lovelies, not all of these comics are work/children safe. Yup, that's all.

Hello sweetpeas. Yes, I am still alive. No, I have not had any more trouble. I have been on nights lately and working the witching hours is hard on the body. I am tired all the time and I'm sure that I have been a perfect bitch to all those who have called me.
In some fun news I am making clicky-links to my favorite comics on the side-bar, so do check out all of these fabulous storytellers.

Cease and Desist.

Listen to me, listen to me carefully, because your next warning will be the police at your door. STOP. STALKING. ME. You know who you are. Stop it. If I see your face where it shouldn't be, believe you me I will call the police, and I will press charges. I never touched your man, I never had any need to as I have one of my own with whom I am quite happy, thank you very much.
I know that you will read this, and when you do you will harp and pester my friend for an explanation. He knows nothing about this post. This is entirely my own idea. Consider this your warning, leave me alone. Whatever sick little fantasy you have, leave me out of it, and know that if I see you near my work or home I will prosecute you.

gadget lust

Do you ever get this; you were perfectly content not knowing about it, in fact you could have lived your whole life in peace never owning it, but now that you know that it exists you simply burn with desire for it? Hmm, yeah, dammit, I want a Kindle. I was fine with not wanting a Kindle, since I had looked at them and been ticked off that the American only one was ever so much better than the international one. I was also a bit peeved that it was 300$, I mean, I can buy a laptop for 300$, right? It surfs the internet, which a Kindle does not do. Then, and perhaps this is stupid, I saw that the older books were cheap. Like 2$ kind of cheap. Now this is dumb, I already own Pride and Prejudice, and the collected Sherlock Holmes. In fact between Robin and my obsessive compulsive book buying I am sure that there are several copies lying around, but just the fact that I could put it all on a Kindle made me want one. Stupid, right? Yeah, but, but, but...sighs.

I always try to keep myself tied to this world

I have come to the conclusion that I have a moving phobia. This is not simply a normal dislike of moving, this is a full blown shaking in the corner and putting my hands over my eyes kind of phobia. Perhaps my reactions to this move have been somewhat, um, less than mature, shall we say. I have spent the past month feeling stupid in everything that I do, overtired, and unhappy. I have now moved 25 times in my life, and let me tell you babes, it only gets harder with each move. Just when you feel like you have put down roots, just when you were happy, poof, you have to bloody move again. We have finally, as 45 minutes ago, moved EVERYTHING out of the old flat and into the new one. Old flat has been successfully cleaned, and left much the way that we found it (well, perhaps cleaner). Please, oh please to all denziens of unearthly planes above and below, please let me not have to move again for a long, long time.
Erin and Elena (and Willow) were utterly invaluable in helping me get things packed up and Gracie came over in a quick surprise trip and was an absolute doll in helping us unpack our kitchen. I now have 2 days off, and I am desperately hoping to get something more than the immediate necessities unpacked. Not a very uplifting thing to have to do when all I feel like doing is curling up ito a ball and having people hug me and massage my shoulders while I bitch about how I hate everything.

Paint it black

Sometimes an ex-goth's gotta do what an ex-goth's gotta do... I went out and bought some black paint and proceeded to paint half of my furniture black. I know it may surprise some of you that my furniture is not already black, but it wasn't. Furniture has been one of those things that comes and goes in my life with depressing regularity. Almost everything that I own is second hand, cheap and in many cases, found in the trash. It was not chosen purposefully for it's beauty. It was cobbled together out of desperation and a lack of funds to buy anything nicer. At least it is no longer made of the sturdier kind of milk crates, or planks and bricks (yes, I did in fact have furniture like that, which may be cool when you are aiming for it as an artistic statement, but is not cool when you have it because you cannot afford anything nicer). I have a large ugly brown bookshelf (now black) which I found in the trash. Two wood and plywood boxes that I think were meant to be toy boxes bought at Value Village which I store clothing in that were painted chipped army green (now black), a cheap wooden Ikea shelf that held the printer, and a coffee table last painted black almost 20 years ago by my dad. Now they are all shiny and pretty and black, black, black. It's so lovely to have things that match. I am now covered in paint, have a headache from the fumes, and am significantly happier than I was earlier in the day.

This month has been hard

I lost two people who were close to me this month, I have been planning a move on very short notice, and I fear that I have been too stressed out to be good company to anyone. A huge sorry to everyone whom I have snapped at, cried on, or otherwise been unpleasant to. I love you all, so sorry.