I have a splitting fucking headache. I suspect it is because I didn't sleep due to much goings on in the world of Aagos. Which you can read about On my roleplay blog (which isn't updating blog roller... damn you Blogroller... damn you.. *shakes her fist angrily*).

I am having a horrible time trying to concentrate on my work and my eyes feel like they are going to just pop right out of my skull. Uhg. I am sitting here drinking a mix of chamomille-mint tea in a vain attempt to relax all those pesky little blood vessles. On top of that I am having horrible bloody cramps that make me want to reach in a pull my uterus out of my body. This is a fact I am sure none of you wanted to know and I didn't originally intend on sharing when I sat down to write this.

On a good side... I just turned in my paper work to go from Contracting to Full time Salary at work. Yay! I got shit for a raise, but I get vacation time, better benefits, life insurance and a 401k plan. I think the dental alone will make it worth my while (not for me, for my husband, though I wouldn't mind getting one of my widom teeth plucked out of my skull). Now I get to muddle my way through all the fun forms.

Aside from that, I am in a great mood today. I had some very satisfying RP last night which has left me quite impressed. Few people would actually go through with what happened and it makes me warm and squishy inside to see it happen. Aside from myself, I can count on one hand the people who would do what they did simply to be true to their character. Bravo! You know how you are if you're reading this.

I find myself looking forward to RP in a way I havn't in the last few weeks. I also find myself looking forward to my life in general. A solid, stable job; getting everything in order to play the part of a 'grown up' now. My birthday is in October and I am looking forward to it. Unlike many of my female compadres, I don't mind getting older. I look forward to the day I can be a crochety old hag sitting on the front porch of my house and throwing cats at people like some insane trollop. (I love that word... trollop.)

The women in my family age like a fine wine--- we turn to vinegar. That is not to say we turn all decrepid, we just turn bitter and sour and mean. As a whole, the women in my family age physically rather slowly. I still get carded to go into 18 and over clubs. My mom is pushing 50 and she looks about 35, maybe 40. My grandmothers (the living one obviously) is pushing 75 and she looks about 45 save for the truly hideous hair cut she has. (Note to self... a mullet is never fashionable, especially on a woman). one of my great grandmothers lived to be 103, the other is 92 and still kicking with her bitter mean little self.

Ahhh yes... despite the pain in my head and in my uterus, life is good. Bring it on I say! Bring it on!

Posted by Utopia at August 24, 2005 09:56 AM

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