Friendster=Buh....
Apr. 12th, 2007 09:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
msfledermausI haven't updated my Friendster account in oh...two years? Three? For some reason all of a sudden my page is getting spammed by comments...all the exact same form letter with different pictures. *shrugs shoulders* I haven't really been impressed with Friendster, so the spam shouldn't suprise me either...
Meanwhile, I'm just still adjusting in many ways to better fortunes. My soon-coming moving day, my museum-monkey job, good and loving friends, family that have been kind and generous beyond words. All kinds of good stuff has been happening lately, and while I'm grateful beyond words I'm a little freaked out by it too...To be honest, I haven't been the luckiest person in the world for a longish time, so often when good stuff happens I wait for the other shoe to drop. What I've had to teach myself over the years is that when you call bad luck's name it comes running, so I'm making more of an effort to appreciate my better luck instead...but it's not an easy process. I still get these bouts of "Is this for me? Why is this for me? I'm not so special. I'm not. Is it going to be taken away? Is it a set up for more pain?" Memo to myself: slap my hand the next time I get a bout of that. There's no reason I can't have a big heaping helping of the happy, so I will. And if I get despondent and mopey, just whack me with a pillow or something, hah?
Oh yeah, I also have tons of Easter candy. I've been sharing with the other museum-monkey-suits. OOk ook!!
Meanwhile, I'm just still adjusting in many ways to better fortunes. My soon-coming moving day, my museum-monkey job, good and loving friends, family that have been kind and generous beyond words. All kinds of good stuff has been happening lately, and while I'm grateful beyond words I'm a little freaked out by it too...To be honest, I haven't been the luckiest person in the world for a longish time, so often when good stuff happens I wait for the other shoe to drop. What I've had to teach myself over the years is that when you call bad luck's name it comes running, so I'm making more of an effort to appreciate my better luck instead...but it's not an easy process. I still get these bouts of "Is this for me? Why is this for me? I'm not so special. I'm not. Is it going to be taken away? Is it a set up for more pain?" Memo to myself: slap my hand the next time I get a bout of that. There's no reason I can't have a big heaping helping of the happy, so I will. And if I get despondent and mopey, just whack me with a pillow or something, hah?
Oh yeah, I also have tons of Easter candy. I've been sharing with the other museum-monkey-suits. OOk ook!!
