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Nov. 20th, 2017 02:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
theladysnarkydameI've been so annoyed by things this month. Like, just lots of small and medium annoyances have collided together recently and I find myself just twitchy and unhappy -- my neighbor is rude and obnoxious again, after working out of town often enough during the summer that I'd gotten used to quiet and calm. Two separate people in the complex decided to screw with my laundry last week (and the laundry doors haven't had doorknobs in two months, which means I couldn't even be surprised when I found some random dude hanging out in there charging his phone and stashing stuff in the maintenance closet). The complex manager doesn't seem to notice or give a shit that people are leaving shopping carts or full trash bags on the landing under the laudry room (so trashy) and hasn't had any landscaping done since they took over last December, which means the grounds are looking . . . straggly.
Several of my houseplants aren't doing well -- some of them are! But several are just . . . failing, and I'm not sure why. :(
Chad and I really really want to stop renting crappy apartments and buy an actual house -- but that may not be possible for a loooong time. (I am a millennial after all, if only barely). Chad has a good job with the Mukilteo school district, with a real shot at an even better one within the next year, so we keep looking into this whole home ownership thing, but we definitely won't have the recommended down payment anytime soon at all. It all so seems so impassibly complicated and shakey, and then the GOP seems to want to make it EVEN MORE IMPOSSIBLE and . . .
Politics are stressing me the fuck out right now. Everything is so completely stupid and unfair and there's only so much I can do -- My senators are both democrats, and they're both doing what they can already, so calling them isn't quite the same as calling some of the fuckers I REALLY want to "talk" to in the Senate. But I'm not their constituent, so . . .
I came down with a case of shingles a few weeks ago (childhood chicken pox's revenge) -- I didn't even know that was thing that could happen before the age of sixty. That was fucking miserable -- the doctor's prescription has taken care of the itching and most of the ache, but the red marks are still all over my ribs and probably will be through the new year. The information on the paper they gave me says, that while rare at my age, shingles can be set off after minor fevers, a change of diet, or . . . drum roll . . . stress. I'm laying this one on the GOP.
I haven't finished any of my xmas knitting -- I'm not sure that I can, realistically, at this point. I'll concentrate on really simple scarves and hats, but I'm just not fast.
I ordered a present for Chad, and first it got delivered to some completely wrong address, and then the replacement was engraved with the wrong initials, so I've given up on that present entirely and need to find something else.
I've also given up on writing pretty much anything this month. It makes me sad, looking at the stuttering mess of disconnected notes I've managed -- next year though, I am determined to get words on paper (or screen, whatevs).
It's not all bad -- I went to a Fall Out Boy concert last week, and that was AWESOME. Just a really, really good show, and super satisfying to be able to belt out the choruses (even the ones I barely remember -- it's loud in there, no one's gonna know if I got some words wrong). My husband is wonderful and I love him and he loves me, and that feels good. Work is going relatively smoothly and has been mostly drama free for a while, and that's nice.
So, in an effort to concentrate more on nice things:
Who wants holiday cards? I'm just itching to get started on christmas decorations (I need all that twinkle and sparkle and warmth), and I'm determined to be just incessantly cheerful for a month and want to spread it around.
I'll screen comments, if you want to send me an address. :D :D :D
Several of my houseplants aren't doing well -- some of them are! But several are just . . . failing, and I'm not sure why. :(
Chad and I really really want to stop renting crappy apartments and buy an actual house -- but that may not be possible for a loooong time. (I am a millennial after all, if only barely). Chad has a good job with the Mukilteo school district, with a real shot at an even better one within the next year, so we keep looking into this whole home ownership thing, but we definitely won't have the recommended down payment anytime soon at all. It all so seems so impassibly complicated and shakey, and then the GOP seems to want to make it EVEN MORE IMPOSSIBLE and . . .
Politics are stressing me the fuck out right now. Everything is so completely stupid and unfair and there's only so much I can do -- My senators are both democrats, and they're both doing what they can already, so calling them isn't quite the same as calling some of the fuckers I REALLY want to "talk" to in the Senate. But I'm not their constituent, so . . .
I came down with a case of shingles a few weeks ago (childhood chicken pox's revenge) -- I didn't even know that was thing that could happen before the age of sixty. That was fucking miserable -- the doctor's prescription has taken care of the itching and most of the ache, but the red marks are still all over my ribs and probably will be through the new year. The information on the paper they gave me says, that while rare at my age, shingles can be set off after minor fevers, a change of diet, or . . . drum roll . . . stress. I'm laying this one on the GOP.
I haven't finished any of my xmas knitting -- I'm not sure that I can, realistically, at this point. I'll concentrate on really simple scarves and hats, but I'm just not fast.
I ordered a present for Chad, and first it got delivered to some completely wrong address, and then the replacement was engraved with the wrong initials, so I've given up on that present entirely and need to find something else.
I've also given up on writing pretty much anything this month. It makes me sad, looking at the stuttering mess of disconnected notes I've managed -- next year though, I am determined to get words on paper (or screen, whatevs).
It's not all bad -- I went to a Fall Out Boy concert last week, and that was AWESOME. Just a really, really good show, and super satisfying to be able to belt out the choruses (even the ones I barely remember -- it's loud in there, no one's gonna know if I got some words wrong). My husband is wonderful and I love him and he loves me, and that feels good. Work is going relatively smoothly and has been mostly drama free for a while, and that's nice.
So, in an effort to concentrate more on nice things:
Who wants holiday cards? I'm just itching to get started on christmas decorations (I need all that twinkle and sparkle and warmth), and I'm determined to be just incessantly cheerful for a month and want to spread it around.
I'll screen comments, if you want to send me an address. :D :D :D
