24th of August, 2015
Not of this blog. We haven’t reached that yet, despite all the ill omens and signs and portents that seem to say as much. Think of mollyXO like the Roman Empire – a long, slow decline until it gradually transforms into something similar but different, such that it becomes impossible to clearly delineate where it really perished. Who knows what it will become? Not me! And neither do I care.
Today was the end of what I have come to call ‘The License Saga’. A momentary lapse in concentration in November of last year, back before the surgery, cost me my license then and only today, over nine months later, do I have anything to show for that mistake. I’m driving now on what the courts call an X3 condition, or a special hardship license. Basically what that means is that I’m only allowed to ever drive if it is during work hours for my job and like, you know what? That’s fair. That’s absolutely fine. The alternative was never driving ever and, as a result, losing my job entirely so I think I can deal. There is a reason I bought the bicycle, after all.
My dad came with me and drove me from place to place and even bought me a coffee when it was over. He said he was proud of me, which made me beam, then he told me he’s disgusted my the state of the floors in my home (because I have an adverse reaction to vacuuming) so that kind of took the edge off. He also said that if I can manage to ride my bike to his house (30 kilometres away) he would drive me home, so that’s nice. I think I might take him up on it!
I’m so glad this is all over. Nothing hangs over me now, my life has entered a state of calm. My only task now is to live well and be worthy of the opportunities and blessings I have been given by an otherwise amoral universe. Sounds like a full-time job! I’ll see what I can do.
Filed under: life
14th of July, 2015
On Friday afternoon my iPhone did a forward flip out of my leggings apropos of nothing and landed on the concrete of the depot floor with such force that the screen immediately became a spiderweb of cracks and tiny glass shards. The moment it happened I knew, just from the way it had fallen, that it was fucked, but I spent a very long moment looking at it anyway while everyone else looked at me expectantly to act on this unfortunate event and check the phone for potential fucked-ness. Obviously, because I told the end of this story before the middle, it wasn’t not fucked, but what it was was technically usable and totally okay on the inside so I didn’t freak out too much about it. Shit happens, I told myself, and my boss. I resolved to deal with it later, and make it Future Molly’s problem.
On Saturday night, most of the way through a really, really great Binding of Isaac run, my Macbook Pro slowed to a halt and then crashed and then proceeded to never boot up again. In sharp contrast to my calmness during the iPhone incident I immediately flipped out; it was legitimately too much for me to handle. All the tests and all the fixes and all the everything I tried did nothing, the hard drive had crashed and would not boot and nothing was gonna change that. I cried a lot, and ordered a pizza I could not actually afford, and spent most of Saturday night in like, catatonic shock. Everything just seemed terrible, you know? My computer – which I’d had for four years, longer than all of my previous relationships combined – was now dead, my phone was fucked (official diagnosis), my tv didn’t work, my car only started when it felt like it, my license existed in a twilight state between present and ‘not even technically’; all signs pointed to “Molly should check the fuck out on living” because clearly I was not supposed to be here. The universe was making it known that my continued existence was just a waste of everybody’s time.
For a little while there I entertained thoughts of killing myself, like, seriously killing myself. It’s been a while since I confronted those demons and the interval has not made the task any easier.
On Sunday mum told me she’d help me buy a new computer, so I instead spent most of the day milling about and doing nothing and trying to watch YouTube videos through the cracks in my iPhone screen. Did you know, at a certain distance, you can focus your eyes beyond the cracks? I did not but now I do.
Monday morning mum picked me up and we made all the necessary gyrations to get a court date so I could defend my right to have a license or, failing that, at least get a license granted that would make me eligible to drive for work, if not pleasure. We also bought a new computer! I got a Macbook Air with a tiny hard drive because I reassessed my computing needs versus my financial needs and upon examining the situation I felt like a bigger hard drive or a bigger screen are secondary concerns to ‘having a computer that works’. I know I could have gotten a Windows laptop to save even more money but come on now, let’s be serious, that was never gonna fucking happen. I spent most of Monday night configuring the thing to my liking, until it was essentially the same as my old computer minus some fat and also four years of accumulated life and files. Hmm.
Today, Tuesday, I got to work and my boss took one look at my phone and told me to fix it, and give him the bill, so I did that. The place I went to didn’t have white iPhone screens in stock so they used a black one, and now my iPhone looks kind of like an inverted Domino (from the X-Men), but the phone screen is fixed now and using it no longer introduces your thumbs to a world of tiny glass shards for every conceivable action, so like, yay! It cost altogether too much to have it repaired of course, but I’m not in the habit of looking my boss’ moments of generosity in the mouth (phrasing?) and just took the opportunity by the horns (this metaphor doesn’t work). Also, I promised that I wouldn’t put it in my leggings again, and I meant it.
Now it’s Tuesday night and my back has seized from the cold and probably riding my bike too hard, and I’m considering a long hot shower and an early night. It’s been a busy five days dudes. Holy fuck.
Filed under: life, technology
20th of June, 2015
At the start of 2015, basically immobilised from the pain of simultaneous surgical recovery and a fucking staph infection, I had such great plans. Plans for my career, plans for my blog, plans for my finances, plans for my health! I think it’s pretty safe to say now, almost halfway through 2015, that most of those plans have been pissed up and over the wall and right out of my life. I am living on a knife edge, I don’t know what six weeks from now looks like let alone six months and I honestly don’t care. I’m just takin’ it day by day baybeeeeeee.
I have no idea what the state of my license is, the various interconnected systems of the Queensland government are absolutely fucking useless at communicating to each other about damn near anything so it’s in like…license limbo. I’m not worried, something deep inside is telling me shit is gonna work out for better or worse and really at this point in the game there’s next to nothing I can even do about it so what the fuck ever, right? I got bikes to ride and french to study and boys to fuck when and if I can manage to make that happen. I nurse a thousand tiny crushes for a thousand handsome men who don’t know I exist and that takes a great deal of my energy that I could not devote if I were worrying about my license all the goddamn time. Gotta prioritise folks.
I finally got rid of my fringe, in a sense, my hair has grown out to such a length that the fringe is no longer an utmost necessity and my newfound lust for riding my bike has made such an accoutrement unwieldy and borderline aggravating. I got a centre part thing going now, with big ole floppy layering down the side that makes me look less intense and more relaxed and care-free (bad photo available on Twitter here). My hope is that people will see less of a highly driven career woman (which I am, when I feel like it) and more a kind of laid back dork who you could probably see changing her phone keyboard to french and then forgetting how to type efficiently on a QWERTY keyboard (which happened). It’s like, I’m not a total bitch, you know? Let my hair reflect that.
Life is good right now. Scary, but in a background radiation kind of way rather than any serious mortal peril. I’m content.
Filed under: rambling
31st of May, 2015
I bought a bike! The greenie-fication of Molly Speechley continues apace. It’s fast, it’s cool and black like my cold dead heart, and I can foresee myself spending a not insubstantial amount of money on it in the near future (mirrors, maintenance stuff, bottle holder, clothes, etc). But what’re you gonna do, right? I’d rather spend money on something I enjoy than something I tolerate (my car, my body), and with a bit of luck it may invalidate the existence of one of those and organically improve the other. Win/win!
Filed under: exercise, life
9th of May, 2015
I’m not dead, but this blog sorta is. Maybe only half-dead? I’ve not been inspired to write about my insipid life lately because it has become this grey melange of blandness but there have been…well, high points is probably the wrong word, but there have been statistically significant blips here and there. Let me break them down for you, in dot point form! These happened in no specific order, I’m just pulling them from the soup of my collated experience at random.
* I touched base with Toby again, which was nice. He’s not dead! Also, he has a job! Both of these things were news to me cause he never answers the fucking phone.
* I fucked a RAAF pilot, his name was Andrew. I managed to accomplish this a few days before ANZAC Day, so I reasoned that I was doing my part for the military industrial complex by helping the soldier get rid of his little soldiers. I deeply regret that I was unable to use that fantastic pun in life at any point, because I have been saving it.
* I had a falling out with Tom. That happened, and I’ve not been particularly concerned to repair it because it kind of seems self-evident now that we were drifting off in vastly different directions. C’est la vie!
* J’apprends le français. Badly. Slowly.
* I saw the new Avengers with Nimrod and Lydia, I thought it was a lot of fun but had some flaws. Apparently the internet was so disappointed however that it drove Joss Whedon off of the internet with death threats for daring to not make lightning strike exactly dead on target twice. The nerve. This came as a surprise to me, but it shouldn’t have because the internet is filled with fuckwits.
* I go to court in a week and a bit to valiantly defend my right to drive a vehicle in the face of the draconian Queensland justice system. If everything goes properly to shit I might just kill myself. Haha! I’m joking. Sort of. Kinda. Depends on how much wine I end up drinking? (I won’t. Probably.)
* I have spent a not-insignificant amount of my time crying a lot due to work pressures. This worries me and frustrates me because I used to like my job but the workload is becoming too much for my fragile psyche to handle. I’m looking elsewhere, for greener pastures, or, at least, more relaxing ones. They’re all looking pretty dead and brown from here though.
* I don’t expect to really get back in the habit of posting regularly again, so follow me on twitter, @seraphimdead for up to the…well, not minute, but like, daily missives confirming my continued existence on this tortured plane of existence. Bye!
Filed under: lists