cleanallthethings: (Default)
e.b and I were in bed one night last week - she was reading a new book and I was updating the calendar on my phone. I used to read before bed as well, but in the last couple of years the only time I feel like reading a book is on an airplane or by a swimming pool with a gin + tonic waiting beside me. Even then though.. I'm much more likely to be reading a magazine, emailing someone, or plotting a nap I suppose.

It was a Thursday and because I generally don't like to structure my Friday's it took me about 20 seconds to update my phone. So I waved my hand in front of e.b's face until she gave in and put her book down and I asked her to read me the blurb on the back. I wasn't paying too much attention to the blurb, opting instead shimmy the sheet around for a better view, because, well, you know... However, when I heard the words "authentically horrifying" I had to stop and think for a second. I have no idea why I found this to be so hilarious --- then I wondered aloud if something could be "horrifyingly authentic" and at the time, that seemed even crazier to both of us. Looking back on this now I can think of plenty of things that could be said to be horrifyingly authentic, but late that night it seemed like the funniest thing that had ever been said. Yea, so that's where the "horrifyingly authentic journey" comes from.

I have a finance exam tomorrow and am struggling to stick to studying that instead of going to read the pile of updates to my favorite fic series in the whole word. I started reading the most recent updates and realized I was a bit lost! Must read some of the back stories!!!

Finally catching up on some fall tv - I will soon be able to do more then just nod and smile when my mom launches into a Grey's Anatomy story. I wonder if being available to discuss her fav show could count as a Christmas gift. Christina + Owen + Teddy... high hopes!
cleanallthethings: (Default)
When I was working for [redacted], my main focus was reading everything there was to read on the internet and my second main focus was becoming a stellar ping pong player. The ping pong thing actually happened by accident, but I will carry that skill with me forfuckingever. I discovered a lot of wonderful things that summer and one of my favorites was Hyperbole and a Half. "Clean All The Things" comes from one of my favorite Hyperbole and a Half posts - This is Why I'll Never be an Adult ...

I wanted a new place for my things - the things in my head for one and also for the piles and piles of papers and books on my desk (which is also the dining room table (which is also the kitchen table)) - unlucky for me, the second bedroom turned office has been commandeered by e.b.

e.b and I generally don't have a lot of separate "possessions" anymore, but we both have an equally strong dislike of anyone else (each other included) touching any of our school/work stuff. For different reasons though. The organizational systems she has in her life baffle me. The neat piles of papers on the desk in the office are as puzzling to me as the state of her external hard drive, with it's effectively named and color-coded folders. Disgusting. The sheer sensibility of it all drives me to drink. I'm drinking right now because I came home to the glass table I work on dusted and windexed with my papers and books stacked into piles that didn't even threaten to topple over the way I like them to or anything. Madness. From the other side, e.b's not one for swearing, but a glance at my desktop or my doc folder garners a WTFF (what the fucking fuck) every time without fail. We are very different and I'm glad for it even though sometimes it makes me make a face that is probably going to cost me billions in wrinkle cream later on.

There isn't room for two desks in the office so I've settled on a just having new place for the things in my head. 'Eat Less Chips' will still happen here and there I suppose, but it doesn't really feel like mine anymore and that's totally okay with me I promise times ten million if you are reading this d.g!!! It just became more about all the other things in the world besides the five of us and now I want somewhere that is just mine, you know?

I've never used dreamwidth before. I'd never actually heard of it until I started reading an AMAZING svu fic series on A03 and one (or maybe more?) of the authors of that fic use it and then a room-mate from way-back-when sent me an invite, SO. Why not!?!? I considered live journal and tried so hard to remember what my account name was there and I'm still trying to think of it because I imagine it would be a total trip to read through that mess. I wrote in that live journal for about a year when I was living with sr and K on whyte being a reckless disaster and making incredibly questionable choices. On second thought, not sure I really want to relive that particular slice of life..

---

Profile

cleanallthethings: (Default)
cleanallthethings

November 2010

S M T W T F S
 123456
78910111213
14151617181920
2122 23 24252627
282930    

Syndicate

RSS Atom

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Jun. 15th, 2025 06:25 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios