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Feb. 25th, 2006 03:14 pmunpacking
I was just unpacking a box and remembering there is one thing I like about unpacking. It's when you open a box and find something you'd completely forgotten. This time it was a stash of pictures, postcards, a couple poems and letters from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cel_shell. It felt really good to look through them, read them, think of the way we used to talk. Makes me a little sad we don't so much now... but we both have so many other things going on. {sigh}
spammers
Please stop sending porny spam. I feel like you're teasing me. Just the lame ass spam is making me ache.
writing
Started a new "book" last week. I'm excited, but can seem to find time to write it! If I don't email you for a few days, it's probably because I've bypassed you for writing. Sorry, I love you, but I gotta do what I gotta do.
Of course, as I'm sure we all do, I sometimes wonder what's the point? I feel like I'm going in circles, going nowhere, not ever getting to the point where I feel like I'm ready to share these even though in a lot of ways I feel they are much better than the garbage I've got sitting on a webpage. Why would I rather share the work I feel is half-assed than the stuff where I really feel like I'm putting my... soul... into it... oh. I think I just got it. Vulnerability. I hate that. I hate letting vulnerability get the best of me...
( commitment/relationship )
charity shop finds
Also in unpacking I turned up a stash of things I had been collecting from the charity shops... I had a wire planter, some wall sconces, candelabras... all of which when I picked them out I found them ugly, cheap, gold-paint chipped, or something similar and all of which I always said would look beautiful with a coat of black paint. I think the first piece was one I picked up about 6 years ago. HA HA. Well, I finally bought some cans of black spray and have been working on getting them all in shape. I'm probably a bit high from the fumes, but I do think they look awesome! They went from cheap and cheesy looking gold Victorian knock-offs to nice iron vaguely gothic era accent pieces. Makes me happy. (again, it could just be the fumes)
( omg, I can't believe I'm going to say this: )
{smirk} and just now my mind tunes in to the music scrambling through my itunes: Cherub Rock. Smashing Pumpkins. "Let me out. Let... let me out!!" What timing for that lyric.
I was just unpacking a box and remembering there is one thing I like about unpacking. It's when you open a box and find something you'd completely forgotten. This time it was a stash of pictures, postcards, a couple poems and letters from
cel_shell. It felt really good to look through them, read them, think of the way we used to talk. Makes me a little sad we don't so much now... but we both have so many other things going on. {sigh}spammers
Please stop sending porny spam. I feel like you're teasing me. Just the lame ass spam is making me ache.
writing
Started a new "book" last week. I'm excited, but can seem to find time to write it! If I don't email you for a few days, it's probably because I've bypassed you for writing. Sorry, I love you, but I gotta do what I gotta do.
Of course, as I'm sure we all do, I sometimes wonder what's the point? I feel like I'm going in circles, going nowhere, not ever getting to the point where I feel like I'm ready to share these even though in a lot of ways I feel they are much better than the garbage I've got sitting on a webpage. Why would I rather share the work I feel is half-assed than the stuff where I really feel like I'm putting my... soul... into it... oh. I think I just got it. Vulnerability. I hate that. I hate letting vulnerability get the best of me...
( commitment/relationship )
charity shop finds
Also in unpacking I turned up a stash of things I had been collecting from the charity shops... I had a wire planter, some wall sconces, candelabras... all of which when I picked them out I found them ugly, cheap, gold-paint chipped, or something similar and all of which I always said would look beautiful with a coat of black paint. I think the first piece was one I picked up about 6 years ago. HA HA. Well, I finally bought some cans of black spray and have been working on getting them all in shape. I'm probably a bit high from the fumes, but I do think they look awesome! They went from cheap and cheesy looking gold Victorian knock-offs to nice iron vaguely gothic era accent pieces. Makes me happy. (again, it could just be the fumes)
( omg, I can't believe I'm going to say this: )
{smirk} and just now my mind tunes in to the music scrambling through my itunes: Cherub Rock. Smashing Pumpkins. "Let me out. Let... let me out!!" What timing for that lyric.
