Speaks for itself, I do say.

Nothing to report today, I’m afraid.  Just some cleaning here and there… sat and watched some Buffy for a while.  Still need to do this thing with laundry, what where you hang it up or at least put it away in some form or fashion after cleaning it, but I’ve been nursing a sore shoulder since Monday morning.  Is this a good excuse for not doing what I should?  Well, I’ve seemed to let it make sense in my mind.

Keep in mind, things in my mind rarely make sense to anyone else.  But that’s ok.

And they all lived… happily ever after? Kudos to this photographer for ruining everything we cherished about a childhood with Disney. Goodness knows that’s one of my favourite pastime activites, anyway. More images @ JPGmag.com

The story goes like this: I have a website called glostix.  Kev likes the name.  He jokes about getting his own website with a similar sounding name, so we can be a matched pair.  I say, well hey, why bother with that when you could just be part of glostix too?  And he’s like, oh hey, ok! So I set glostix up to be a joint-blog, with a shiny new layout, rearranging all of the pages (permanently jacking up orders and numbers of said pages), and WHAM!  We has a blog.  Except… nothing.  Nudge after careful nudge, prods, prompts, strong hints and suggestions, nothing.  Which has brought me to this day, when I just sort of gave up.

So now everything is back the way it was.  Leading horses to water, etc.

In other news, I still can’t find a job.  I’ve thrown out countless applications and resumes, gotten callbacks, interviewed, did my thang for nothing.  I’m starting to worry less and less about it, though.  Even though it pisses me off that everyone is looking for “experience” but no one is willing to give a girl a chance to GET experience, it’s not worth stressing myself over.  I wish I figured that out before I started smoking again, because now I have to quit all over again, which is surely going to make my “don’t stress it” attitude hard to stick with. Still, not stressing the lack of work.  If we can survive til the start of next semester, we’ll be just fine.