It's all about the People, yo
This past week has spun by with insane momentum. I realized toward to the end that everyone I knew was swamped in drama, dealing with shit. People falling apart, picking themselves up, piecing themselves back together. It's never about just making the choice to fix oneself without any slick efforts to fix the bad parts. Sometimes it's the way we think, sometimes it's the ways other people think. Ultimately, we are our own best and worst critic. This is due to the extraordinary amounts of time we spend inside our own bodies/heads. This reminds me: I do feel terribly for anyone not comfortable in their own skin--while we sometimes want to shed our own and be other people, I am definitely happy being me.
That said, I have such an ungodly amount of shit to do, cleaning, packing selling. Picking out what I could keep involved me not taking more than 10 items that did not fit into my three bureaus. That rule is for my clothing, of course... Everything else has to go too. My comic books, all of my fiction books. Cds. Red Velvet Couch. Chairs. Bar stools. Glass shelves. little shit. And clothes clothes clothes--entirely too much clothing. 15 thirty-five gallon trash bags full of clothes. $1-$30, but most shit fitting under $5. I refuse to do the NYC yard sale ripoff where you pay $10 for a pee-stained poster print. This way I know I will sell most of it. I probably have 600 pieces of clothing in this sale, so you get the math.
I did get my apartment 1.5 blocks from Union Pool in the Burg. I am happy and nostalgic and morbid all at the same time. I have very few people I would call friends in JC and loads of skeleton friends: the ones you had but are dead because of who you now date (or don't, for that matter).
Oh. Today I ate ham. Last night I had filet mignon. It was good, wrapped in bacon with creamy pepper sauce. I haven't eaten a piece of steak in like 14 years. I moralized it like this: I didn't pay for it. Someone was gonna eat it, so why not me? I hate burgers and ground beef, meatloaf, and all pork products except bacon because it doesn't count. I will never prepare it for myself because the concept freaks me out. I am not even so good cooking chicken either. One day I will have to cut out all milk dairy and meat shit (for the heart stuff). But not at this moment. It's not necessary. George and Bhormio, how I will miss your good food.
Well, that's it for my slacking today. Must clean.
That said, I have such an ungodly amount of shit to do, cleaning, packing selling. Picking out what I could keep involved me not taking more than 10 items that did not fit into my three bureaus. That rule is for my clothing, of course... Everything else has to go too. My comic books, all of my fiction books. Cds. Red Velvet Couch. Chairs. Bar stools. Glass shelves. little shit. And clothes clothes clothes--entirely too much clothing. 15 thirty-five gallon trash bags full of clothes. $1-$30, but most shit fitting under $5. I refuse to do the NYC yard sale ripoff where you pay $10 for a pee-stained poster print. This way I know I will sell most of it. I probably have 600 pieces of clothing in this sale, so you get the math.
I did get my apartment 1.5 blocks from Union Pool in the Burg. I am happy and nostalgic and morbid all at the same time. I have very few people I would call friends in JC and loads of skeleton friends: the ones you had but are dead because of who you now date (or don't, for that matter).
Oh. Today I ate ham. Last night I had filet mignon. It was good, wrapped in bacon with creamy pepper sauce. I haven't eaten a piece of steak in like 14 years. I moralized it like this: I didn't pay for it. Someone was gonna eat it, so why not me? I hate burgers and ground beef, meatloaf, and all pork products except bacon because it doesn't count. I will never prepare it for myself because the concept freaks me out. I am not even so good cooking chicken either. One day I will have to cut out all milk dairy and meat shit (for the heart stuff). But not at this moment. It's not necessary. George and Bhormio, how I will miss your good food.
Well, that's it for my slacking today. Must clean.