More BPAL imps up for grabs to my flist, also looking to give away some badges.

I've finally finished testing my new load of BPAL imps and orders. It took forever, as my box of BPAL has been split between two houses, and because, well, there is only so much time in the day. Almost everything was a success, although there were some sad failures, and I'm listing those here.

I'm happy to send these imps off for free to people on my friends list! On one condition: if you've received imps before, you have to tell me what you thought of them. I like to know that these are landing in interested hands. I also prefer to send to people that I regularly trade mail with, but I'm flexible on that point.

kaimetso, I'm determined to send you some sometime, but my rejects tend to be pretty feminine (I guess because I wear androgynous scents, so I end up keeping most of those). But at least two of this list are promising (Isle of Demons, Aziraphale) and two others (Juke Joint, Mantis), might be, depending on your taste. Let me know if you want one.

lupanotte, I want to send you imps too, but our tastes are too similar! However, Mantis and Sudha Segara might work for you, maybe Sugar Skull or Juke Joint if they sound interesting. Let me know if you want them.

( Eight imps. )

(Now, having sniffed them to write these reviews, my desk area smells like a mash up of all the imps I don't like. Heeello, Chuparosa. It's not pleasant.)

I'm also looking to unload some buttons/pins/badges or whatever you want to call them. I've collected these for a while (because I'm a dork), but my interest has faded, so I'm just keeping my favorite. (*pets Vegeta button*) I'm happy to stick these inside letters/imp shipments/whathaveyou. Some are queer themed, some are clever sayings, some are from England's Red Nose Day or from the Ben and Jerry's factory in Vermont, some are American Girl pins (I know, I know). What people don't claim go to GoodWill. Let me know if you want any.

( Forty badges. )

General update: I'm moving again, out of the apartment, in to who knows where.

As mentioned in passing before, I'm moving again. My parents are no longer paying for the apartment where I've been living these past months, and so I'm moving out. Where I'm moving in to, on the other hand, I'm not yet sure. The guinea pigs, thank goodness, have a home: they're staying at the boy's house, and are already here and set up, safe in their cage in the would-be-dining room off of the kitchen. They are my primary concern. My stuff sort of has a home: the various boxes of books will be stored between Devon's house and my parents's house. I have no idea where my computer, desk, and bed are going.

Primarily because I have no idea where I'm going. In many ways I feel like an inconvenient piece of furniture, like my queen bed: bulky, hard to transport, inconvenient to store, a problem to be shuffled from house to house before finally being dumped on a sidewalk for the trash collectors.

Not a very optimistic view, to be sure.

Devon thinks I should live with my parents, namely because this isn't his house (it's his parents house, and the brothers live here too) and so not his space to house me in. That raises all sorts of questions like "why do we not have an apartment together" and the short answer is: we can't, right now. Who knows what my parents are thinking—I suppose I'll find out tomorrow, when I sit down and talk with them. In the meanwhile, I'm packing and cleaning, which is exhausting work. I'm trying to weed out everything that I don't need, but it's difficult work, as my books are not disposable. If I ever have to see another moving box it will be too soon, which is tough luck, and I'll be living out of them for an indeterminate amount of time. I'm also crying a lot, and trying to decide in a matter of days what I want to do with the rest of my life.

I don't want to do anything.

It's making the decision making process somewhat more difficult.

A lot of this is very negative, and no fun to read about as well as difficult to comment upon. That's fine. I'm not expecting advice or feedback, and I know that where appropriate I have some sympathy. I have select friends helping me as they can, and I have the boy, doing more work than anyone should ever have to do for another human being. I have the guinea pigs, who love me. I have my parents, though I'm not sure quite what that means just now. The point is that I don't expect much more. I'm merely writing this down to explain my rather sporadic posting as of late, and to explain why it may continue to be so. I'm anxious. I'm very depressed. I'm busy and stressed and at a loss, and somewhat homeless.

Just so as that you know.