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Wednesday, October 30, 2013 ( 11:10 PM ) shut up christine happy  # Tuesday, October 22, 2013 ( 10:43 PM ) shut up christine  i was told my blog could affect my future employment opportunities yikes i've had this blog for twelve years, my whole adult life i've shared a few important things and lots of unimportant ones have i shared too much? probably i'm sure someone (looking at you, HR!) flipping through my archives could find plenty of reasons not to hire me, such as my blatant disregard for capitalization and punctuation. and honduras i don't regret a single word though just to be safe i'm going to make this blog private soon, but before i take down the site i wanted to say hi to the four of you who read shut up christine this is me giving you a big internet hug, and i thank you from the bottom of my heart i wish you peace, love, and job security :) i'll close with one of my favorite quotes: "don't let it end like this. tell them i said something" -last words of pancho villa  Thursday, October 17, 2013 ( 10:24 AM ) shut up christine she sleeps  so glad she is ours and we are hers # Tuesday, October 15, 2013 ( 7:52 AM ) shut up christine what is this feeling? i feel like a robot with a new emotion i do not understand truth: i don't get sports. and i don't get why people get so worked up about them grown men throwing things and yelling at TVs and fighting and praying and crying and having heart attacks they must be drunk? i do not understand baseball was the worst. so long and boring last week makoto was watching a dodger game on TV i think watching baseball on TV is much better, i can actually see what's happening and the commentary is helpful surprisingly, it was enjoyable i felt happy when the dodgers beat the braves and then there was a 12 inning game that we lost but it was quite exciting when we won last night i caught myself closing my eyes and silently raising a hand into the air, like yes. and i thought omg who are you? who are you we've watched 5 dodger games in a row now i do not yet fully understand this feeling, this appreciation for baseball but i like it # Friday, October 11, 2013 ( 12:47 PM ) shut up christine money is one of my greatest sources of worry i worry for my future. unexpected expenses. emergencies. nonexistent 401k i worry if my sister will be able to afford to send my niece and nephew to college i even worry about other people's debt... your debt. and the national debt and the state of the global economy when my bank balance is low, i regret choices i made in life frivolous purchases made five years ago or last week a dollar here, 50 cents there....wasted the strange thing is i don't have any debt. none. i feel incredibly fortunate that i am able to say that, when so very few people can. but i have this erratic fear that i may at any moment acquire massive debt (however unlikely) and i panic and take my pennies to coinstar this morning i was lamenting to makoto specific instances of money i had lost, lent, spent, or given away YEARS ago... if only i had that extra thirty dollars in my pocket his reply: that money is gone. it's true. it doesn't matter how much money i have doesn't matter if i have ten dollars or ten million i will always be afraid of losing it 
no! this is a lie!!
# Friday, October 04, 2013 ( 1:32 PM ) shut up christine there are moments when my coping mechanisms fail me and i am a tad overwhelmed by the most insignificant of things this muted moss green color on our bedroom walls too loud my fingernails are growing way too fast, throwing the universe off kilter balance is restored when my nails are cut short a hug momentarily prevents my descent into chaos # Tuesday, October 01, 2013 ( 10:22 PM ) shut up christine  pickles: this jacket? nope  pickles: did i stutter? i said NO!  pickles: nope nope nope.......  me: *sneaks up on her while she's sleeping* pickles: *digs claws into couch* nice try, bish # ( 7:54 PM ) shut up christine how to burn your face in 5 easy steps 1. take any flavor microwaveable ramen noodle bowl 2. fill bowl with water to water line as indicated on packaging 3. crack an egg into the bowl. it's dinner and you haven't eaten all day, so might as well add a second egg 4. pop the whole shabang into the microwave for 3 minutes 5. poke the egg with your fork and it will detonate, blasting an explosion of eggy shrapnel onto your delicate facial skin. because you're really, really stupid, poke the other egg, and allow it to explode on your face as well the end # |
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