Those three little words with nary a second syllable in sight kind of describe the state of affairs in every aspect of my life right now. Work is a debacle and an explosion waiting to happen with the risk of high collateral damage that leaves me wondering how long to stick around. The personal front, well that's just a joke. Sometimes saying something even if it's something stupid isn't the best option yet I'm apparently suffering from some form of Tourettes in order to be heard. Just what I'm trying to say I don't know, but I don't have a super duper warm fuzzy feeling about the end result.
Just because I'm a Leo doesn't mean I really like fire, but it is all around me begging me to play with it. The burns that could result are too far in the distance to make an impact the way they should so that isn't helpful either. Here's to hoping for a warm toasting and not a scalding scar tissue result.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Wow.
Ok well that didn't work so well. For the record, when you forget your password and stuff on here, it ain't easy. Maybe it is for those who are smart enough (read, not me) to set a question that they can actually answer but whatever.
The last few weeks have flown by and I don't really know what I've done to show for them. There have been many articles, some rewrites and gasp, even a few rejections. Those suck as it is so friggin subjective. One editor seriously just hates my writing and won't approve anything I do. I can resubmit with changes under a different title but then (and this is the part they don't tell you) it gets flagged for plagarism. Isn't that nice? That means it takes even longer to go through. I'd like to write more for them but that whole legitimate job that expects me to be mentally present 40 hours a week gets in the way.
There were two dancing excursions which were awesome minus the attempted mounting by a guy on the first one. I get the courtesy dance which we've all done but after that, a smile and a nod and the guy should get the hint. Not so much for him. He also had no rhythm which was approaching flightless bird status so I was laughing so hard I could hardly stand up.
Yep, guess that sums up the last few weeks. Now it is on to bridesmaid mode for one of my bestie's weddings this month. I should probably start prepping my liver now for the bachelorette party.
The last few weeks have flown by and I don't really know what I've done to show for them. There have been many articles, some rewrites and gasp, even a few rejections. Those suck as it is so friggin subjective. One editor seriously just hates my writing and won't approve anything I do. I can resubmit with changes under a different title but then (and this is the part they don't tell you) it gets flagged for plagarism. Isn't that nice? That means it takes even longer to go through. I'd like to write more for them but that whole legitimate job that expects me to be mentally present 40 hours a week gets in the way.
There were two dancing excursions which were awesome minus the attempted mounting by a guy on the first one. I get the courtesy dance which we've all done but after that, a smile and a nod and the guy should get the hint. Not so much for him. He also had no rhythm which was approaching flightless bird status so I was laughing so hard I could hardly stand up.
Yep, guess that sums up the last few weeks. Now it is on to bridesmaid mode for one of my bestie's weddings this month. I should probably start prepping my liver now for the bachelorette party.