So, I've rigged my new work email address to go to my Gmail account. I like that not only does Gmail let me send as if I were writing from my work account, but that you automatically reply to whichever email address sent the email (ie-- if you received from me@gmail, you'd reply to me@gmail, but if you received from me@workmail, you'd reply to me@workmail). That's all very nifty, and so for all intents and purposes, my gmail account will function primarily to track business emails.

I think it's probably a good idea to have completely seperate work and personal accounts, only using the gmail account as a back-up for either really big files or back-up emails. I'm not going to switch to Gmail for personal emails because I don't really like the sorting set-up. I like the folders and organization I've already had going for the last few years, and I like that any old contacts can still use that address. Forwarding everything would theoretically work, but I like having quick access to all sorts of old personal emails, so I'm not going to go that route.

Yes, all of that was a lot to simply say that Yahoo is my personal account and Gmail is my work account. The end. Is it lunchtime?

A sketch of my general reactions.

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I'm sure I'll think of more, but tonight I'm going to start playing catch-up on season 3.

Or, as best I can tell, it is. Generally, I don't have PMS. I have MS. Not multiple-sclerosis, but PMS minus the P. I generally don't get weepy and cranky until my body decides to go and bleed for five days, and charmingly, my uterus tries to turn itself inside out, complete with stabbity pains. And even then, it generally only lasts a day. But this, I think, is definitely PMS. I am irritated at just about everyone today. I've found myself being pretty snappish on more than one occasion today-- I apologize to anyone I've been a little short with lately. (Or, as Skyler would correct me, "with whom I've been a little short lately." But why should I have to mold my speech to your personal standards unless you're fucking paying me to do so? So STFU, kthx?) (Skyler's actually in Chicago right now, so he didn't actually correct me. But I betcha he would have. So STFU, theoretical Skyler.) Uh, I digress. My pet peeves are getting to me more easily today. As I'm pretty sure you can tell by now.

Like two nights ago, I got all irritated with Skyler because he suggested that I spell-check my blog to keep out the comments that only point out a grammar or spelling mistake. And that pissed me off. If I wanted to spell check my fucking blog, then I'd spell check my fucking blog. As it stands, I think I do just fine, thanks. I'm not an idiot who misspells every fifth word, nor am I writing to be published here, so I don't think that an on-the-fly blog needs to be polished to publication standards. I use slang, I write conversationally, and the world's not going to fucking end if I make a typo, you know?

Moving on.

One of my other biggest pet peeves is receiving unsolicited advice. I keep this journal primarily as my own written headspace, and as an interactive, friendship-building space secondarily. I basically think of this as my space, and I'm allowing others varying degrees of access to my thoughts, should they be inclined to read them. Generally the function of a post depends on its security level-- filtered posts are generally very headspace-oriented, and public entries tend to be more socially oriented.

I think that in times when I'm utilizing filters and private entries very heavily, I'm the most aware that these are my thoughts, and my LJ becomes less of an interactive space for me, and more of a place to work things out or just talk about things that are on my mind. Thus, when I receive unsolicited advice, I more or less see it as an intrusion. It's just that when I get so inside my own head like I have been lately, unsolicited advice tends to come off as being mother-henned. I guess them's the breaks of allowing others to comment on my thoughts. Maybe I should start disallowing comments altogether unless I don't mind group participation. I don't know.

And so when I get well-intentioned tut-tuttings, it makes me all irritated-like. My first reaction is pretty snotty-- along the lines of, "well, who asked you?" And that's not particularly fair. Everyone giving the advice is thinking in my best interest, hence the advice. And in actuality, I'm being the cranky one. Like I said, it's just something I'm touchy about.

I'm not sure exactly why it is that I have always reacted negatively to unsolicited advice-- I'm sure it has something to do with my mother always trying to be all up in my business, or it's bold-faced obstinance, or it's resentment of the interpretation that the person giving the unsolicited advice doesn't think that I'm capable of figuring things out on my own, or maybe it's just the Aries in my chart insisting that I must do everything my own way or else I'll never really know if I could have done it on my own. Or something. It's complicated. And yes that was a really long sentence and no I don't care and I totally started a sentence with the word and and no I'm not using punctuation and no I don't give a flying fuck about that either infact I'm doing it specifically to annoy you. You know?

I think I'm just feeling the irritation more-- the PMS does not a rational woman make.

So, yeah. If I want advice, I'll ask. Thanks.