Hey, What's Under This Rock?

I had disturbing dreams about old enemies last night. I blame facebook. Checking out friends-of-friends exposed me to a lot of names of people I'd rather not know about.

The dreams themselves point to numerous unresolved issues. Realistically, they're issues that simply cannot be resolved. Which means I have to put them behind me somehow. As with childhood trauma, it's not something I'm particularly good at.

Also, I'm debating who to request connections with. I'm more then a little anxious about rejection, which is faintly ridiculous given that these people are ones I'm unlikely to ever see face to face again.

Damn you social phobia.

'Cause I Haven't Talked about FB Enough Yet

Some observations:

1) Navigation is really stupid. I was supremely frustrated yesterday after getting my account because I kept getting these "so-and-so updated how they met you" messages. I had no idea how to check this information. People where talking about me and I didn't know what they were saying. It was driving me completely bugfuck-insane.

Someone I know (who doesn't want their LJ identity linked to their FB identity, which is why they're not being named) was kind enough to tell me how to check this after I had a whirling-dervish of a rant on our chat program.

2) I've found most of the people from my Wild-in-Scotland tour. Debating whether to friend them or not. Probably I will after rereading the assorted entries to make sure I don't inadvertently say something stupid about them.

3) Either FB is down this afternoon, or the site is blocked from work. Being blocked from work might mean I don't get fired for surfing it constantly. Anything that keeps me from getting fired is probably a good thing.

4) It was a little alarming getting a friend-request from someone who's real name I didn't know. At first I thought "swell, there's cam whores on FB." Then I saw the picture and realized it was someone perfectly normal looking. Looking at the geographical location I realized it was ladyerwyn! I'm sorry I thought you were a cam whore. Also sorry I called you "normal looking".

Proof

I've been saying for years that I've been aging backwards. Here's the proof. The first picture (in black and white) is me from ten years ago, when I first started at my current company. The second (in colour) is the updated picture we took last year. Damn, I'm looking good. Of course that was at about my all-time lowest weight.
( Pictures behind the cut of course... )

Speaking about weight, I went to weight watchers (one of the few who did, there was hardly anyone there tonight. Chickens) and discovered that Christmas really nailed me. I'm quite a bit up again.

Rather then bitch and moan like I usually do, I'm simply going to redouble my efforts. You can all give me a hand too. I'm looking for suggestions of short term rewards I can give myself for when I hit 50, 55, 60, 65 and 70 down (my goal weight-loss).

My biggest "sin" in the weight gain department is finger food at parties and gaming and such. I find I simply cannot resist it. One or two cookies soon grow to ten or twenty and I balloon out again. If I'm in that sort of situation, feel free to remind me to STOP and THINK about what I'm doing. If I get pissy, remind me that I asked for this.

Looking at the "recent" picture I realize I have to get my hair cut.

Scots and Spaniards

Well I just attempted to add assorted folks from my Scotland tour to my facebook. We'll see how that goes.

In other news: SQUEE!