My Type

Milo Yiannopoulos. I've watched several of his lectures, and various youtube videos starring him. If you haven't heard of Milo, many people loathe his existence based on his political beliefs.

I don't agree with much of what he says, but could not seem to get enough, and wanted to know why.

So, I looked up his natal chart.

Turns out the moon was in Leo when he was born, same as my husband. Same as David Bowie. And George Michael. (I was in love with both of these guys as a kid, and their deaths in 2016 had a real effect on me.)

I just have a thing for people with Leo moons.

A Year, Already?

Grief is like remembering a bittersweet, terrifying nightmare.

Checking out at Target about a month ago, I noticed two girls at the next register. One of them had visible veining in her face, which reminded me of Danielle, making me cry on the spot.

The girls were about 8-9 years old; the same age Danielle and I were when my family moved into the townhouse across the street from hers.

The age when we became BFF's.

She had this blue roadmap of veining that showed through the skin of her eyelids and her cheeks, and I remember being completely fascinated at the sight.

It was such a strong contrast; all of her strength on the inside, yet she appeared absolutely vulnerable with nearly translucent skin.

Thanks, Putin

I've been wondering all this time what will replace the sarcastic, sardonic "Thanks, Obama" whenever something doesn't go my way, like breaking a nail, or tripping over a rug.

"Thanks, Putin" is just depressing. I'll be thanking him for all of the truly fucked up policies this fat cat administration will be wheeling and dealing.

What a Fucking Year to Journal

There are only a few days left to this year. It's both naive and optimistic of me to believe that 2017 will mark a fresh start, but the flip side is far too dark to think about. 

RIP Carrie Fisher.

Not George Michael. Please, No.

I'm a quiet crier for the most part. One thing this year has taught me about myself is that as soon as I start crying hard, after hearing horrible news, it can sound like I'm laughing at first.

fuckinghell

The fact that Danielle, Nanny and Granny have passed away this year fills me with grief.

Danielle - The Warrior

Nanny - Our Rock

Granny - The Peace Maker

Christmas is a rather depressing thought.  

Husband's Home

Seth's back from a business trip. I worried before he left. I mean, fuck this year, right? I was over here worried about worst case scenario, a basket case, reduced to thinking of my life without him. Well, he arrived home last night, and I feel so relieved.
The weather has been been cloudy (gloomy for several days, and today's my fourth day off of work since they cut pt hours) but mild for late November.
I've been sick. The windows have been cracked, I've been lighting candles, and reading.
About to make our crock pot useful.
Back to work tomorrow.

This piece of Kimchee looks about how I've felt lately.