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As is my usual M.O., I've taken up a "new" hobby of birding/hiking/nature photography over the past few months.
Since I do everything backwards, I ended up doing this when I became a recipient of a better camera.
Before, I owned a Canon point and shoot, which is good, but not suitable for photographing birds and so forth.
Over Christmas break, I was at home when I dropped my camera and broke the lens. My dad gave me his old camera, which was
I can't decide if that's a good thing. This is the first time I've felt genuine depression in a while. I'm telling myself that its a good thing because I'm in touch with my emotions instead of being the little robot that I've been.
I've cried some yesterday, and I cried some today at work. Not huge tears. Just enough to wet the eyes, and at more of a steady stream like a drippy faucet than busted dam.
I want to fit in, but I feel like I've become sort of crusted
Sometimes, you don't realize that you are harboring a secret until somebody tells you that you have a secret.
Years ago, I had a conversation with my cousin that I didn't realize was of any importance. I was about 11 or 12 or so. It was after my family moved to Texarkana. I was on the phone with my cousin when I remarked that a word made me think of something food-like.
Sensing quiet on the other end, I asked something like, "Don't words make you think of anything
Wow, TX dates in both Austin AND San Antonio? Be still my heart! Of course, I live in the very tippy tip of Texas, so I still need to make the drive and probably take the day off from work the next day.
I feel like I should share a milestone that I've reached with my fellow Mozzites.
I have arthritis in my spine.
And why, dear god, would I announce such a thing?
Because I've haunted the Moz internet world since I was 19. Now, I have
Since the changeover from the old Journal system, I'm not really sure who is reading this or where (or if) it shows up on the news feed.
I don't know what to say about my life. I used to know what to say. I remember a decade ago when I used to report every little thought, every little stomach bug, everything little thing said to me.
Now, it's this amorphous mass of where I go to work, do my job, stay fairly insulated in my little office all day, and then go home to