I’ve been neglecting my blog for a while now, not sure how to approach it. It sat there, like a half-finished jigsaw puzzle, taunting me for my lack of attention. I’ve been dying to write something, anything, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it for some reason. I thought trying to be more “topical” would help me get started, but that didn’t help one iota. What’s to say about queer rights that hasn’t been shouted by millions across the continent this past week? What of school, or women’s rights, or comic books, or television? It all seemed rather bland to me for a time, even though I was still consuming media at the same rate I usually do, maybe even slightly more than usual. But, you know, sometimes life is happening right in the here and now and pausing to reflect on it made me fear that everything good that was happening was going to vanish in an instant. “How dare you THINK about these things…” I was a bit at a loss.
But things are good, and I’ll be damned if I don’t take a moment to count my blessings. I’ve found a job, and though it’s not ideal for a number of reasons, it’s still income. And it’s not telemarketing. Best Buy is no dream job by any stretch, but it’s leagues better than peddling insurance on credit cards and pushing people to blindly call their Congress representatives to support off-shore drilling in the States. I’ll take it, thanks.
And, dear Lord, somehow I’ve begun some kind of romantic entanglement with a really great guy. It still feels very new (as it should, I suppose) and even just getting to know him has been pretty amazing. It’s kind of a weird time for me to be starting a relationship, I guess, but it feels right. I’m cautiously optimistic. Luckily I’m still a bit nervous and thus not spouting off about whatever, making an ass of myself and completely scaring him off. Even I get shy sometimes. Go figure.
Christmas is quickly approaching. The season is NIGH, people, so clench those ass cheeks and get ready for The Big Spend 2008. I need to somehow bleed out some cash and start hunting for gifts post-haste. I wish I could do what I did last year and hit up Toronto for gifts but I don’t think I’m going to be able to afford the bus ride. Maybe if I make a day of it…we’ll see. I miss that city so much. I want to go to a concert and dance to good music. I want to go into shops and talk to a random clerk about the how incredibly overrated and awful that School of the Seven Bells album is. I want to go to the AGO and stare at pieces of art until I go cross-eyed and everything looks like a Georgia O’Keefe vagina flower painting.
Okay, yeah. That felt good. More posts soon, for anyone still reading this thing.
