For someone who has a hard time getting rid of things (which he does, and you've mentioned), getting rid of those pieces (one presumes taken before it all went to hell) are probably emotionally more difficult than it would be if he were 100% neurotypical.

Of course my (essentially diagnosed at this point) ADD hording of similar things always lost out to my depressive episodes and their need to BURN ALL THE THINGS. (Umm. Literally. Out in the woods, lighting the pictures and letters on fire with a cigarette, because it seemed like a good idea at the time and [further details redacted].)

So be gentle with yourself, remember that shit like this can be part and parcel of what makes him him, and set a mental reminder for, "Honey, about those naked pictures of the ex..." six months down the line.

In a different and more beautiful counterpoint, a "my god, I begin to believe there was a hand in this universe", I am off on an island a couple hours from Seattle, and not only did I get to spend some time gazing at the milky way (more stars than I've maybe ever seen before in my life), then my companions decided to night kayak, and discovered that there's some plankton that are lighting up when you hit them, so the bow of the kayak and the paddles and any splashes you make are lighting the night with a fantastic eerie blue glow I so wish I could photograph or video. My god.

he goes looking through his wedding album

How did I not realize Tim had been married before? Huh.

I think I would not be so happy with the naked ex pix, unless they were for a portfolio or something like.

Keeping stuff is one thing; sexytime stuff, NSM.

D and I talked tonight, and I think we're going to postpone wedding party celebrations until our 1s anniversary in April, to build up time and money, neitheer of which we have right now. Then, I will get my ring (YAY) and maybe a mini honeymoon to NOLA.

How did I not realize Tim had been married before? Huh.

I've mentioned it, but you had a period where you didn't have the internets in your apartment, so you were painfully separated from the heaving bosom of the Buffistas, so you probably just missed any posts I made that mentioned it.

(Yeah, I'm awake because of the Snoring Giant next to me; I decided to get a glass of milk and read the interwebs for a little bit before I go back to bed.)

but you had a period where you didn't have the internets in your apartment, so you were painfully separated from the heaving bosom of the Buffistas

That was a dark time. I don't like to think about it.

::sobs::

That's just gorgeous, meara. I love that description.

Hmm.

So possibly I shouldn't have just spent the last two hours browsing the nubar sales stuff. Because I have the money, but was saving for a kayak. Instead of nail polish.

But I recently got all discouraged because while I can get the kayak I want relatively cheaply on craigslist, it is going to cost me considerably more to get the damn rack to transport it on my vehicle. So I have enough for the kayak, but not enough for the rack.

But I really should just keep saving and buy the rack and then I'll have it when an awesome craigslist kayak ad comes up and I can rush off to Phoenix and pick it up.

And then I can have sweet kayaking adventures like meara.

But what I really want right now are seventeen different polishes for $75. That is seriously first world trouble.

Sneezing with abdomen stitches. Yeouch! I hope ND heals quickly and soon.

No be sick ~ma, ND.

meara, you must tell me where you were, because doing that just got added to my Bucket List.

Steph, whoa. Yeah. Photos of past life that happen to have exes in them, sure; nakkeytimes pictures of exes: discard immediately.

bacon:

Oh, and this:

ADD hording

Really? I didn't know that was a characteristic of ADD. The more I learn about ADD, the more convinced I become that I have it. Or am it.

Hello all. I have been away (from most of the internet - e.g. twitter is causing actual pain right now) because withdrawal from antidepressants is proving difficult. (Who could have known I'd have an enormous simultaneous crisis about badly-organized care support, the stress of the past five years of being disabled, and the unbelievably appalling situation that is the way The Girl's family treats us. Well, maybe I could have predicted it if I'd thought a bit harder.) I may or may not go back on the meds. It's somewhat ridiculous, but despite the craziness, I still like myself better off them. I may like my life better with them, of course. Hmph.

Tipping doesn't happen much here, except in restaurants etc. I always try to tip well in food outlets even if there wasn't much service going on, and I definitely tip food delivery people, and cabbies, and occasionally hairdressers (unless I've paid a fortune for a cut). But we wouldn't tip in Starbucks or McDonald's. Would Americans?

Congrats on the job, Nora!

Wishing you fewer migraines and more food and more rest, Steph.

I'm less concerned if any of my Christian friends think homosexuality is a sin, provided they remember it's not our place to point out people's sins. We shouldn't even be noticing them; we (Christians, that is) are each supposed to concentrate on our own. My pride, or hatred, or blah is no cleaner than someone else's stuff.

It's interesting. Yesterday I met up with an old friend from when I was an undergraduate. It's been at least eight years since I last saw her. Neither of us has changed all that much - except I came out and met The Girl within the last eight years. She's still a very evangelical Christian, whereas I've become far more liberal, and not only because of coming out. She was clearly struggling with it, but the fact that neither of us felt any need to 'persuade' the other was a good thing. She at one point said how she has her own "temptations". And I had to say that actually, I'm in a committed, permanent and soon-to-be-official-under-law relationship with another person, and I didn't think that exactly fell under the category of 'temptation'. While I'm mostly OK that some people think I'm a sinner, as long as they know they are too, I also find it frustrating that their relationships are holy while mine is evil. Ultimately, that's where I have trouble with the 'love the sinner' stuff. I'm a terrible sinner. But The Girl is one thing I got right.

Talking of The Girl, it's our five-year anniversary soon. (We may have entirely missed our engagement anniversary this year. We don't have long memories. Which is generally a good thing). I don't know what to get her! I need to get on it.

I rarely swear. It's just not something I do very well. And then I get into the car and everything changes. There are various categories of bad drivers, starting with 'wankers' (who unthinkingly do stupid things), moving up to 'fuckers' (a lot of cabbies fall into that category) and eventually getting to 'bastardy fucking pointless little shitter of a cunt'. Apparently this is funny to people who are used to mild-mannered little me.

And now I'll stop replying to four days worth of posts.

Edit to cut down on rambling.