fuckyeahtng:


DATA: Sir, the purpose of this gathering…it confuses me.PICARD: Oh? How so?DATA: My thoughts are not for Tasha, but for myself. I keep thinking how empty it will be without her presence. Did I miss the point?PICARD: No, you didn’t, Data. You got it.

 1.23 | Skin of Evil

fuckyeahtng:

DATA: Sir, the purpose of this gathering…it confuses me.
PICARD: Oh? How so?
DATA: My thoughts are not for Tasha, but for myself. I keep thinking how empty it will be without her presence. Did I miss the point?
PICARD: No, you didn’t, Data. You got it.

1.23 | Skin of Evil

Sometimes bad episodes are good episodes. To say it another way, sometimes good episodes are enclosed in bad episodes and are bursting at its seams. I don’t know. I just got back on antidepressants and my emotional and cognitive selves haven’t aligned yet, I don’t think.

I find myself to be in the same spot I was my junior and senior years of high school—in a relationship with Star Trek: The Next Generation. This time, however, with the help of Netflix, I pledge to be more committed to that relationship.

Make it so.

I broke it off with a friends with benefits and now I am wine. I was busy and not always feeling it. My roommate says it’s because I was uncomfortable with the unsure boundaries and I should have have given an actual relationship a try. I guess we’ll never know. She said she understood if I was overwhelmed (I told her about my job and my medicine running out and the trouble I’m having finding healthcare again), but she said it makes her sad and that if I think I’m doing it for her benefit, I’m not. I thought I was doing it for the both of us, but maybe I just have a martyr complex. Anyway, wine and pizza are good.

I’ve loved PostSecret for years, but no one secret has ever affected me more than this one did.

The craziest thing in my life right now is that on Friday I’m going to get my first full paycheck and I’m actually going to feel like I earned it. I’m 22 and that’s never happened to me before.

Okay, okay. This is my last one.

Grant Hill

Cary Grant—with bonus Audrey Hepburn (the love of my life)!

My boss also speaks French and has a Little Prince tattoo (the hat/snake that swallowed an elephant).

Ulysses S. Grant.

Grants are consuming my life this week, and I have become a grant. So here is a pseudo-tribute to grants as my mind slowly slips away.

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