ok, now that my wireless intrawebs is back up for the moment, i can sneak in a blog. most of the time, the shit doesn't work. 2 drops of rain fall and i can't get online for days. *sigh* so i keep up w sg on my blackberry. except i can't leave comments, or view any pics hosted on the sg server, or post a blog, and viewing anything is excruciatingly slow. so i'm getting used to quietly lurking. and it's getting me into the habit of NOT commenting on shit when i can get online. so don't be sad if i'm not leaving you love, it doesn't mean i don't love you. 
i will say though, a little distance from sg is nice. i've been sort of off wandering down my own path. spending time with friends outside of sgnj. i miss sgnj dearly, but shit's gotten a little weird over the past few months so a breather might be just what the doctor ordered. got some fun shit coming up soon. w00t.
i won't bore you with a play by play of everything i've done since last saturday night. if you're my facebook friend all you really have to do is follow the status update for that!
work is work. family is family. money is forever tight. my friends are great. more tattoo work next month. boyfriend is delicious and i love him dearly. life, in general, is pretty solid.
i think i'm over the ex. after he sent me that check, the anger just dissipated. i used to think about him and feel sad, or panicky, or wistful, or some gross combination of all three. now i don't really feel anything. like, i care, i guess- all my exes will always have a little piece of my heart- but for the most part i so don't care right now. and if for some reason he showed up somewhere i was at, i probably wouldn't want to die or throw a drink on his face. so that's cool. i especially love that i don't have the spectre of him hanging over me and justblaze's head constantly.
i think my only big problem right now is that i'm incredibly frustrated at my lack of privacy and personal space. work on the basement is STILL NOT FINISHED and i am about to punch the contractor in the dick. (my basement flooded in oh, february...moved in in april, promised work would be done by may. it's now mid august and it's nowhere near finished.) i want my own fucking room that isn't filled with other people's crap. (lol well i REALLY want my own place, but that ain't gonna happen any time soon!) i want to be able to have a little privacy with my man. it's ridiculous. i am not a fucking teenager anymore, i would like to be able to have sex on a monday night if the mood strikes us and not have to worry about parents or siblings busting in. hell, a little privacy in general would be nice. my bedroom opens up into the living room, and i have to keep the door open for my kitten. so if my siblings decide to make egg creams and blast music at 1 am on a weeknight (like they did a few weeks ago...stab) they might as well be doing it on my bed while i'm laying in it.
the sad thing is that when my room is finally finished, and i have my own space, it won't be big enough to hold all the stuff i've accumulated in the past 3 years. and there's nowhere else in the house to store it. (i won't even have a fucking closet bc my stepfather the photographer has so many fucking cameras and lenses, he needs a whole fucking closet to store them in!) so i might need to hold on to my storage unit. yay, $125 bucks down the drain every month because my family refuses to throw anything away. i've asked nicely, i've offered to reorganize the entire house myself, i've suggested they PAY someone to come in and deal with the house, and it's been no dice each time. i won't even be able to set up any sort of work space, so i can't even escape into my art.
so yeah. i'm constantly cranky because of all this. it's really unhealthy for my psyche, i know, but you know how cancers are about home space. maybe if i win the lottery i can just buy a nice condo somewhere. that'd be excellent.
anyway, i'm gonna take this pity party offline now. hope you all are happy and healthy and well. even if you fuckers don't know how to use spoiler tags when you post image heavy blogs.
i will say though, a little distance from sg is nice. i've been sort of off wandering down my own path. spending time with friends outside of sgnj. i miss sgnj dearly, but shit's gotten a little weird over the past few months so a breather might be just what the doctor ordered. got some fun shit coming up soon. w00t.
i won't bore you with a play by play of everything i've done since last saturday night. if you're my facebook friend all you really have to do is follow the status update for that!
work is work. family is family. money is forever tight. my friends are great. more tattoo work next month. boyfriend is delicious and i love him dearly. life, in general, is pretty solid.
i think i'm over the ex. after he sent me that check, the anger just dissipated. i used to think about him and feel sad, or panicky, or wistful, or some gross combination of all three. now i don't really feel anything. like, i care, i guess- all my exes will always have a little piece of my heart- but for the most part i so don't care right now. and if for some reason he showed up somewhere i was at, i probably wouldn't want to die or throw a drink on his face. so that's cool. i especially love that i don't have the spectre of him hanging over me and justblaze's head constantly.
i think my only big problem right now is that i'm incredibly frustrated at my lack of privacy and personal space. work on the basement is STILL NOT FINISHED and i am about to punch the contractor in the dick. (my basement flooded in oh, february...moved in in april, promised work would be done by may. it's now mid august and it's nowhere near finished.) i want my own fucking room that isn't filled with other people's crap. (lol well i REALLY want my own place, but that ain't gonna happen any time soon!) i want to be able to have a little privacy with my man. it's ridiculous. i am not a fucking teenager anymore, i would like to be able to have sex on a monday night if the mood strikes us and not have to worry about parents or siblings busting in. hell, a little privacy in general would be nice. my bedroom opens up into the living room, and i have to keep the door open for my kitten. so if my siblings decide to make egg creams and blast music at 1 am on a weeknight (like they did a few weeks ago...stab) they might as well be doing it on my bed while i'm laying in it.
the sad thing is that when my room is finally finished, and i have my own space, it won't be big enough to hold all the stuff i've accumulated in the past 3 years. and there's nowhere else in the house to store it. (i won't even have a fucking closet bc my stepfather the photographer has so many fucking cameras and lenses, he needs a whole fucking closet to store them in!) so i might need to hold on to my storage unit. yay, $125 bucks down the drain every month because my family refuses to throw anything away. i've asked nicely, i've offered to reorganize the entire house myself, i've suggested they PAY someone to come in and deal with the house, and it's been no dice each time. i won't even be able to set up any sort of work space, so i can't even escape into my art.
so yeah. i'm constantly cranky because of all this. it's really unhealthy for my psyche, i know, but you know how cancers are about home space. maybe if i win the lottery i can just buy a nice condo somewhere. that'd be excellent.
anyway, i'm gonna take this pity party offline now. hope you all are happy and healthy and well. even if you fuckers don't know how to use spoiler tags when you post image heavy blogs.
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i live at home too and the lack of privacy isnt fun... i can never have over-night company and my non-sexual social life is more difficult too.. sigh
i wish i could afford to move out but thats not going to happen anytime soon... damn debt
missed seeing you this sat btw - think you can make it out for my dinner party?
damn the basement still isnt done?! that contractor seriously needs to get on it, i hope he hasnt been paid in full for the job. it sucks but you need to remind these people sometimes.
having to rent out storage really stinks, i really wish they would clean up some of the things that are crowding the limited storage space you've got. one of my parents doesnt like to keep a lot of junk lying around so we're pretty clean around here for the most part except for two tables with printouts and other stuff on them...