procrastinatrix
having trouble getting started today. i don't have any co-study plans so, i ended up puttering a bit this morning and i've only just got to the shops. on top of that i'm kind of intimidated by the schedule i made a few days ago and now i'm sort of trying to avoid it. i swear to god i wish i could extract my psychology sometimes. ho hum. oh well, here's to overcoming.
UPDATE: now i really want a black t-shirt that says procrastinatrix in hot pink. lowercase, of course. i really should chuck it all and learn to silk screen. missed calling, i tell you. damn.
U2: i am apparently feeling quite nostalgic today because i can't get enough of early indigo girls. i've been rocking out to swamp ophelia and rights of passage as i've been coding -- the ultimate cute-90s-college hippy-with-a-guitar-in-the-courtyard music. it also reminds me, quite fondly, of the first big-gay-editor i had a crush on in high school (raving_liberal do you remember c. little? i believe he used you as a beard for a number of months. of course, that was because we all decided that using the black girl for a beard in rural georgia would probably not help him avoid harassment. oh high school). he was a beauty and completely obsessed with amy and emily. they're homegrown georgia girls, after all. he loved them so much that he bought my ticket for the concert when i showed little enthusiasm to spend my hard-earned part time grocery clerk money (from a southern chain called "winn-dixie") for the show. to his credit that show was one of the best not-a-dates i've ever had. thank god i don't own any melissa ethridge or i'd have to put it on too. see what coding makes me do? geez.
UPDATE: now i really want a black t-shirt that says procrastinatrix in hot pink. lowercase, of course. i really should chuck it all and learn to silk screen. missed calling, i tell you. damn.
U2: i am apparently feeling quite nostalgic today because i can't get enough of early indigo girls. i've been rocking out to swamp ophelia and rights of passage as i've been coding -- the ultimate cute-90s-college hippy-with-a-guitar-in-the-courtyard music. it also reminds me, quite fondly, of the first big-gay-editor i had a crush on in high school (raving_liberal do you remember c. little? i believe he used you as a beard for a number of months. of course, that was because we all decided that using the black girl for a beard in rural georgia would probably not help him avoid harassment. oh high school). he was a beauty and completely obsessed with amy and emily. they're homegrown georgia girls, after all. he loved them so much that he bought my ticket for the concert when i showed little enthusiasm to spend my hard-earned part time grocery clerk money (from a southern chain called "winn-dixie") for the show. to his credit that show was one of the best not-a-dates i've ever had. thank god i don't own any melissa ethridge or i'd have to put it on too. see what coding makes me do? geez.