ROBOTS ARE EROTIC

Saw I'm Here, a short film with Andrew Garfiled whom I've been devouring the last few weeks.  He's a robot who falls in love with a newer model.  The love interest keeps getting damaged so he keeps giving it pieces of himself.  Not sure why I've assigned Andrew's character male pronouns but seem to be reluctant to give the love interest gendered pronouns, hmm.  Anyhow. It reminded me of the giving tree, except that in the end both parties appeared to be happy with how things turned out.

Ow, my privacies.

Alternate title: In which Jake learns that while his poo may smell sweeter than some, that doesn't mean that it should be easy to sniff out.

I find that I have zero common sense when it comes to appropriately censoring my online self.  For the most part, I'm comfortable with that.  However thank Ah Puk that I have people who care about me enough to be concerned when I do something completely fucktarded.  So yeah, some editing of my posts has commenced, so that nobody comes in the night to arrest me or burn my license or something, just in case anyone other than my family ever read this.

Also I keep shedding fat, it seems, at a freakishly steady clip.  Some of my shirts are getting a bit baggy in some areas.   My tailored jeans, which we just bought a few weeks ago, are feeling very roomy if you will..  I have a "tough guy workout" that my buddy (mayshebreakoutinboils) inflicted on me at my request, and it's definitely having an effect.  Affect? No, effect. Fuck you grammar. And I'll put as many spaces after the period as a feel like, suck it APA manual.

So yeah. that's going well.  I have to keep reducing how much I eat every week a bit because my body keeps trying to adapt.  A normal person my size wouldn't have to reduce intake at the rate I'll have to in order to keep losing adipose babies, which makes me wish for a flamethrower, but no point pissing against the wind. I'm not feeling psycho any longer, that's what's important, and I never was into golden showers anyhow.

I also started low dose estradiol tabs this week as my uterus and I have not been on speaking terms lately.  I seem to be jerking off at the same rate and have not had any weird urges to punch walls, so I suppose at least that part's a success.  Lots of folks get moody or unhorny on this regimen, I just want to quit needing heavy drugs every month.  The medical community, in it's infinite wisdom, has decided that it is not at all necessary  to menstruate every month, so I can take it nonstop. (Way to catch up with what people have been doing with their pills for years, geniuses.)

In conclusion, a bird just flew headlong into my window and stunned itself for a few moments before flitting off. I fucking hate portents.

This is heavy.

I'm not wanting to cutabetch right now. Things that are not currently pissing me off:

1) Lost six lbs thus far. My jeans are looser and I'm fitting into shirts I haven't fit into in months.

2) Looks like I may be getting this job with the pharm company as a speaker. Beau-coup munnies, and I like the product. And I get to travel. Ka ching.

3) Looks also like I may be getting this new regular gig as well at a new agency. More pay. Better support and people. Awesome.

4) TAX. REBATE. Whoa. Lots more than I expected.

So yeah. None of that sucks.

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Jake

Video Killed the Radio Star.

Pictures came and broke your heart. But that's ok, because I may possibly be contemplating having a show once more, on KBOO.  They are looking for hosts and shows and I'm struggling with significant temptation.

The boyfriend and I went on their weekly Out Loud queer show to tout the genderqueer night at the hot tubs yesterday, went really well. I'm going to be going to their volunteer orientation this weekend. I've got trepidations, but I miss performing.  A lot. It's either this or hit community theater again, and I'm over greasepaint acne.

Week 1 done.

Well shit. First week is over, thank fuck. I lost some poundage, and can fit into some shirts that were too snug a week ago.  During this time, I also got an interview at a new/old job, at an agency I interned at many mango seasons ago. They remembered me, even. Well, the HR betch did. I don't remember her in the slightest, but meh.  She sounded nice on the phone.

So, Things Are Happening.

In other news: Did you know that losing weight increases sex drive? Yeah. I didn't need the help, but, there it is.