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I'm unemployed, de-registered for summer classes, have partially bleached/pink/purple hair, and have unearthed my musty summer dresses. I've got my plane ticket to Milan and my Eurorail Pass for Italy, France, and Spain for next month. I've got my university acceptance letter and my loan applications in the works. I'm grasping that I'm better off single, in a good way. Fish in the sea and no need to deal with the bullshit. There is an element of doing really progressive things this summer as well as the desire for a really great party. Maybe it's because I spent the evening watching Dazed and Confused and making friendship bracelets. Luckily, Steve is coming into town in July and I have full faith in him providing that aspect of fun. I'm going to be getting the Trans Am out and killing the ozone with the 400cci silver '77 beauty.
I like surrounding myself with people who are excited about life and are doing fun things. I have not been in this category as of late. I don't really blame anyone here in Michigan for being blue. But there are ways around it. There is a lot going on beyond the bars and ashtrays if you try. We used to all know this but have somehow forgotten.
Last night was hanging out with cats from the Detroit Fire Fabulon, hula hooping, riding around on their rickshaw on the streets of Royal Oak, playing Chinese Rock-Paper-Scissors, compacted dance parties, rounds and rounds of PIT...I shall miss SeaJay and Andy. Best of luck in Greenville, my dears.
The FireFab
(CJ is on the left in red, Andy with the red beard, and in this video on stilts)
Today I met a lovely soul living at the srawbale studio down the road from my house I used to help with. He shares the same name as one of my favourite childrens' authors, Ezra Jack Keats (or Ezra Pound, if you will). Born in Japan, he lived throughout Europe, and together with Cameo, we three plotted out addtional designs for the rock garden. Hmm...I think I'll be spending a lot of time over there. Not that I have any intent to become involved with anyone right now, but we all know how those things work out.
Baby raccoons soon! And time to meet with Bhakta Das and Janaki at Hamsa yoga, who are willing to help me really get back on my feet. I love them. Janaki has reached some higher state. She is both astounding and intimidating. She can see right through me and I think I need that.
I've been having good times with my family.
Most of all, I've determined myself ready to truly uproot this autumn. Two years of all talk. This is it, ladies and gentlemen. Technically, I should be living in London four months from now, probably initially with this crazy soul who just won his cup final and was awarded player of the season. I am somehow only interested in sports when it comes to british football...and tennis. This is...scary and exciting and crazy. But why the hell not? Give me one good reason, besides "going into debt is bad." I know.
I wish I could take my cats to live at the Hemingway house
and I'd like to see this
Me used to be a angry young gal
Me hiding me head in the sand
You gave me the word
I finally heard
I'm doing the best that I can.
I've got to admit it's getting better
A little better all the time
I'm unemployed, de-registered for summer classes, have partially bleached/pink/purple hair, and have unearthed my musty summer dresses. I've got my plane ticket to Milan and my Eurorail Pass for Italy, France, and Spain for next month. I've got my university acceptance letter and my loan applications in the works. I'm grasping that I'm better off single, in a good way. Fish in the sea and no need to deal with the bullshit. There is an element of doing really progressive things this summer as well as the desire for a really great party. Maybe it's because I spent the evening watching Dazed and Confused and making friendship bracelets. Luckily, Steve is coming into town in July and I have full faith in him providing that aspect of fun. I'm going to be getting the Trans Am out and killing the ozone with the 400cci silver '77 beauty.
I like surrounding myself with people who are excited about life and are doing fun things. I have not been in this category as of late. I don't really blame anyone here in Michigan for being blue. But there are ways around it. There is a lot going on beyond the bars and ashtrays if you try. We used to all know this but have somehow forgotten.
Last night was hanging out with cats from the Detroit Fire Fabulon, hula hooping, riding around on their rickshaw on the streets of Royal Oak, playing Chinese Rock-Paper-Scissors, compacted dance parties, rounds and rounds of PIT...I shall miss SeaJay and Andy. Best of luck in Greenville, my dears.
The FireFab
(CJ is on the left in red, Andy with the red beard, and in this video on stilts)
Today I met a lovely soul living at the srawbale studio down the road from my house I used to help with. He shares the same name as one of my favourite childrens' authors, Ezra Jack Keats (or Ezra Pound, if you will). Born in Japan, he lived throughout Europe, and together with Cameo, we three plotted out addtional designs for the rock garden. Hmm...I think I'll be spending a lot of time over there. Not that I have any intent to become involved with anyone right now, but we all know how those things work out.
Baby raccoons soon! And time to meet with Bhakta Das and Janaki at Hamsa yoga, who are willing to help me really get back on my feet. I love them. Janaki has reached some higher state. She is both astounding and intimidating. She can see right through me and I think I need that.
I've been having good times with my family.
Most of all, I've determined myself ready to truly uproot this autumn. Two years of all talk. This is it, ladies and gentlemen. Technically, I should be living in London four months from now, probably initially with this crazy soul who just won his cup final and was awarded player of the season. I am somehow only interested in sports when it comes to british football...and tennis. This is...scary and exciting and crazy. But why the hell not? Give me one good reason, besides "going into debt is bad." I know.
I wish I could take my cats to live at the Hemingway house
and I'd like to see this
Click to viewMe used to be a angry young gal
Me hiding me head in the sand
You gave me the word
I finally heard
I'm doing the best that I can.
I've got to admit it's getting better
A little better all the time