queenrikki: k (gambitsplodey)
  Dec. 30th, 2008 03:07 pm
I was in Barnes and Noble this morning and something really, really, really fucking weird happened to me. I was getting ready to leave the store when this man (who I'd noticed walking in front of another store earlier) came up to me and asked to buy me a coffee (I don't actually drink coffee, btw). He said he was waiting for his wife and was going to get some coffee anyway. That sort of put me at ease and I figured it couldn't hurt. He looked into my eyes and told me I was a writer (which covers a large portion of people on livejournal) and that he was one, too. He bought a cookie and a cupcake both red and asked if I liked the color. Red is my favorite color (no, I wasn't wearing it, entirely black and grey today) and we started talking about writing and I started noticing his hands were shaking and he was a little...intense (and he says a lot of really odd stuff that I don't wish to recount).

He said I should go int neuroscience and then...then he started talking about how he was my guardian angel and that it was no coincidence that we met that day. I, of course, regret talking to him immediately and I think "This guy is fuck nuts so be nice maybe he won't try to kill you in the middle of the store". So I sit there I nod and look into his eyes. I occasionally try to make eye contact with some of the other patrons but this does no good.

I eventually get away from this guy (with only a carton of organic chocolate milk to remember him by) and I head to the Apple Store to calm my nerves (I haven't converted to Macs-my deep and abiding loathing for using their products won't allow that to happen). Technology always helps settle me down. Unfortunately, while I was in the store, that same guy came up behind me. I got out of their quick as I could but I hurried over to the other side of the shopping complex to get away from him.

That's all. I think that was plenty, don't ?
queenrikki: k (evillaugh)
  Aug. 12th, 2008 01:07 pm
It's the twenty-fifty anniversary of my nativity today. I still don't have a job and I have no money. I haven't even finished my degree yet so I'm feeling a little down.

To make myself feel better, I am wearing an absolutely kickass top (it makes my breast look good) and great shoes (cute little slippers). I just try to remember that things could be worse. I have people who care about me. And besides, I've only got a few more classes to take and then I will have a degree. And eventually (this may take a while) I'll find a job. As long as I keep trying, something will eventually come out of it.
queenrikki: k (Default)
  Jun. 4th, 2008 03:27 pm
My poor ancient computer gave up the ghost last night.

*pauses for a moment of silence*

Will be scarce until I get a chance to replace it.
queenrikki: k (dtmadeofsex)
  Mar. 21st, 2008 01:02 am
With all the things going on with my life (i.e. no job) and the kerfluffle with livejournal I've decided to not continue with my paid account. The thing is, even though it's something I really can't afford, I would have continued it anyway if not for the latest blow up. I not going to go off in a huff or participate in a "strike" but can't see my way into giving the company more money.
queenrikki: k (Default)
  Sep. 8th, 2007 04:44 am
Every so often for as long as I can remember I've had what I call apathetic periods. And I'm going through one now. It's actually pretty interesting. I know that in a while (a few weeks, few months, etc) I'll snap out of it. I always do. But for the moment, I just don't care. About anything. And I know that when I do snap out of it, I'll feel all frantic and worried and contrite and I absolutely know this and it still doesn't make a difference. I simply don't care at the moment.
queenrikki: k (Default)
  Aug. 25th, 2007 04:44 am
I can't write anything. I hate everything that comes out of my head and I feel like a hack. Why did I ever think I could write. I can't even come up with anything for an LT post for Selene (a character I've been playing for years).

I shall go off and wallow in self pity. And listen to more commentaries. Maybe listening to people who are actually creative will help me feel better.
queenrikki: k (rosebox)
  Aug. 12th, 2007 07:02 pm
I have done absolutely nothing. And that suits me just fine. I wish someone had gotten me a cake though. I really cake. And cookies. And ice cream, but mostly cake.
queenrikki: k (Default)
  Jun. 18th, 2007 03:21 pm
I haven't posted in oh so long but I do have a good reason. I've been having a particular problem in my family that needs to be resolved (the sort of problem that involves police stations and filling out reports). I've almost got that sorted out. Also I've been helping my sister and my grandmother with our family reunion (oh joy, I have to spend time with people I wouldn't associate with if there weren't some sort of genetic link).

Also, I decided that it's time for me to take charge of my health. I rather fat (yep fat) and frankly, I'm tired of it. It never used to bother me much but now I get tired easily and it hurts to breathe sometimes. Very annoying. Hopefully, I'll be able to make the changes necessary for me to improve my health.


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