AAAAAH NEW YORK PANIC PANIC PANIC
Jul. 27th, 2010 02:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragojustineSo I have something like three days left to pack everything I own, which is freaking me the hell out. Given that I've moved seven times in the last six years, how the fuck do I have so much stuff? And I have less stuff than the average five-years-out-of-school human being, what with having no furniture and no linens or towels and almost no dishes and no knick-knacks or mementos (and not bringing any books or DVDs). It's still a massive amount of STUFF- something like 11 big UPS boxes. What the fuck, self? However will I do it? And how will I afford to ship it?
Am so stressed about moving that it's fucking with my body, too. (Repeat to self: early is better than late) But! I've lost 10 pounds since I started this new job, simply by dint of being busy during the 5pm-11pm Prime Snacking Hours. Also! Have finally discovered my lost libido, after whining for the last three weeks about how it went on vacation and missed two of its scheduled bi-monthly appointments. It's back! Have some eye candy to celebrate.
I haven't actually spoken to the Boy in... a week? And haven't spoken with him much in the last month. Which... I am pretty much the opposite of a clingy relationship partner, you know? I will happily go three or four days without speaking and not be particularly bothered. (I have this friend who MUST call his girlfriend and least every four hours that they don't spend together. It gives me hives. Whatever makes him happy, I guess.) I'm, you know, introverted and self-sufficient.
But all the same, this has gone on long enough to make me sadface. It's not his fault, given that I'm now leaving for work right before he wakes up, and going to sleep shortly before he gets home from work, but still. Plus, even the times that we do cross paths, we don't seem to have as much to say to each other as we used to, which is my fault- my only conversation these days consists of "AAAAAH NEW YORK PANIC PANIC PANIC," which gets old for anyone else very quickly. (And when I'm not doing that, I'm sitting here crocheting and going "oooh, Adam Lambert, yummy yummy," which also gets old for anyone else very quickly, but look, I can't help it- I need my coping mechanisms, okay, and when I get stressed my fannishness sometimes gets VERY shallow.) And, I don't know, I'm afraid the "not having much to say to each other" problem will only get worse when I'm back in school, and the idea makes me pretty sad, but I'm choosing not to be apprehensive about that because I do NOT have the spare worry synapses right now. So just, sadface.
In other news: AAAAAH NEW YORK PANIC PANIC PANIC
Am so stressed about moving that it's fucking with my body, too. (Repeat to self: early is better than late) But! I've lost 10 pounds since I started this new job, simply by dint of being busy during the 5pm-11pm Prime Snacking Hours. Also! Have finally discovered my lost libido, after whining for the last three weeks about how it went on vacation and missed two of its scheduled bi-monthly appointments. It's back! Have some eye candy to celebrate.
I haven't actually spoken to the Boy in... a week? And haven't spoken with him much in the last month. Which... I am pretty much the opposite of a clingy relationship partner, you know? I will happily go three or four days without speaking and not be particularly bothered. (I have this friend who MUST call his girlfriend and least every four hours that they don't spend together. It gives me hives. Whatever makes him happy, I guess.) I'm, you know, introverted and self-sufficient.
But all the same, this has gone on long enough to make me sadface. It's not his fault, given that I'm now leaving for work right before he wakes up, and going to sleep shortly before he gets home from work, but still. Plus, even the times that we do cross paths, we don't seem to have as much to say to each other as we used to, which is my fault- my only conversation these days consists of "AAAAAH NEW YORK PANIC PANIC PANIC," which gets old for anyone else very quickly. (And when I'm not doing that, I'm sitting here crocheting and going "oooh, Adam Lambert, yummy yummy," which also gets old for anyone else very quickly, but look, I can't help it- I need my coping mechanisms, okay, and when I get stressed my fannishness sometimes gets VERY shallow.) And, I don't know, I'm afraid the "not having much to say to each other" problem will only get worse when I'm back in school, and the idea makes me pretty sad, but I'm choosing not to be apprehensive about that because I do NOT have the spare worry synapses right now. So just, sadface.
In other news: AAAAAH NEW YORK PANIC PANIC PANIC