And just where the happy hell have I been?
It has something to do with the fact that it is a struggle to get any fucking thing on this fucking website to load. Know how long it took me to get this posted? So far? 3 hours. YAY!
What's with the 60kb limit on the regular journal writer? Trying to use sta.sh which has never worked for me. know why it says click to add title? BECAUSE THE FORMAT WONT LET ME CLICK THE TITLE BOX.
*edit* funny after another 30 mins to get the edit to work i can change the title!
The drop down menu comes down instead and no matter what browser i use the result is the same.
oh and none of the buttons populate when i go to sta.sh. The menus are totally borked and i have functionality of none of them. so want to know what it looks like? like this
and that's when i'm not trying to add a title
but enough bitching about a problem that has been ongoing for almost a year and why i'm rarely on here anymore. I can't get the site to work so whatever, find me on twitter.
*edit again* yay i can add my skin...but not the journal footer which is stupid because that's uh...dA's own module
Life is a bitch, man, a real bitch...
Since early Feb I've been trying to buy a house. This has become exponentially difficult as time has passed because the Austin market has decided to explode and little ole me is not a rich person. I am of modest means and am quite particular, conservative, and risk adverse. Therefore the two houses I have managed to have a bid accepted on (out of dozens of offers made) I have had to let pass because the work and cost was prohibitive.
has been on hand to help and encourage and advise. i value him so much, I cannot even say.
I also can't tell you how much i hate people asking me about the house hunt. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate their interest and understand it comes from a caring place but the process has been so painful and discouraging that i don't want to think about it.
Sincerely though, stop asking me if i'm packing yet. I'm not. People asking makes me feel like a failure. EVERYONE will know when i start packing because you'll hear the squeal of delight around the world.
That being said, I might be calling off the hunt soon. Very soon. as in the round of bidding i'm doing now will be my last. If i don't get one in this it's all about leasing with ~SulaJean
when she gets her ass down here in a few weeks.
Life changes. they're a never ending thing.
needless to say all of these big life choices have put considerable stress on me and everything is suffering for it. poor `randomaxes
puts up with me but i've been...well not my perky self lately.
It's not only the house hunting stress.
As some of you know I have, for years and years, suffered from chronic pain (and you can imagine fracturing my L1 last year hasn't helped that) as well as depression. This co-morbidity is not to be unexpected...being in pain will give anyone the blues, coupled with the stress it becomes a bit of a vicious cycle that i am doing my best to break.
I know i'm not in an unmanageable place yet and that's good. I can and am taking the steps i need to mitigate what i can, which currently involves a lot of hot baths.
Luckily summer is my season, the warmth and sunshine will do wonders for me.
i don't want to go on about that though
i'd much rather talk about the nerding i've done in the past few months between Doctor Who, Iron Man 3, Star Trek, the Hobbit, and Sherlock.
Which is to say--
I FUCKING LOVE BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH.
Seriously. That man...that voice!
Sigh...I am a Cumberbitch. Well, sorry, he doesn't like that term, Cumberbabe? Cumberlady, Cumberperson, Cumberlover, a member of the Cumbercollective...
Whatever, he's adorable.
LOOK AT HIS FACE! LOOK AT IT!
no really...look at him
Oh that smoulder!
sigh...but really, he's a weird looking dude but in a very very good way and more than that, more than those eyes or that totally ruffleable hair or incredible cheekbones or that mouth! what gets me about this guy is his talent and fearlessness.
This guy doesn't care about being sexy. In fact it's the last thing on his mind. The first thing is always his character. He commits. Don't believe me? Watch Hawking from the BBC. Or his Van Gogh, or Sherlock, or oh you must watch Star Trek Into Darkness or Frankenstein...
yeah. he's not in it to be a sex symbol.
His talent is undeniable but better than even that?
His voice. His silken, deep, sensual rumble.
Don't believe me? Listen to him turn Keats's Ode to a Nightingale into vocal sex
Or listen to him read Casanova's memoirs...but make sure you don't do it in public, you might pass out from blushing.
...I am so glad Harry isn't the jealous type. Because the Cumberbatch is currently sitting otterlike pretty at the top of my guilt free 3 list.
(Secretly though I just want him to read me all the things.)
Now, enjoy him dancing at a friend's wedding like a total adorable dork because again, he so doesn't give a shit: lollerskates!
see you in another 6 months.
Seriously, find me on twitter of facebook because those at least will load.