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..
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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..
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