hello dudes
i recently started reading lj again, although not commenting, and embarrassingly it made me feel VERY PROUD, like i had ACCOMPLISHED SOMETHING. I CLIMBED THE HILL THAT IS LIVEJOURNAL.
(i mostly stopped reading because at my former job i felt ok reading lj at work and at my current job i do not.)
but yes, i am mostly at tumblr these days, which will probably not tell you anything about my life or what's happening, but will tell you a great deal about my subconscious, obsessions and material desires. i guess tumblr is my id, following that logic?
i am extremely sad and i may write about that in a locked post. i kept this journal to have a place to whine but then felt like i should keep from whining for as long as possible because i'm stubborn. anyway my life is shitty right now but it's all bad stuff that will eventually be ok, i just have to get through all these fucking roadblocks before i can feel better, and unfortunately they sort of have to happen one by one instead of simultaneously. yes i am cryptic.
my sister came to visit me and i hope she had a nice time. she's very hard to read and i don't think she liked the city much. part of that might be my fault because i took her to soho and then i didn't stop her from going in the soho h&m, which is one of the worst places on earth. also i forgot that she is not used to the enormous amount of walking required to live here.
i have not managed to get married and this is a source of great consternation for everyone i know.
i originally posted to let you all know that i gave in and started a sort-of-maybe-fashion-tumblr which is ostensibly about my tights and shoes. of course, this means i mostly have perverts following me and adding my flickr photos to their favorites. it's creepy but worth it for the lulz.
i had previously said that i would not start a fashion blog of any sort since i felt there were enough of them and most of them were pointless/racist/sexist/horrifying and all of them write about the same things and can be divided into discrete stereotypical categories, like "fashion goth", "90s fashion but 90% more expensive", "i'm rich enough to afford balmain", "magical pixie dream girl" and the ever popular "i want to live in a wes anderson movie and look like an aviatrix". but i like tights, and i need a diversion, and swilkesse told me to do it, so that's my excuse.
(i mostly stopped reading because at my former job i felt ok reading lj at work and at my current job i do not.)
but yes, i am mostly at tumblr these days, which will probably not tell you anything about my life or what's happening, but will tell you a great deal about my subconscious, obsessions and material desires. i guess tumblr is my id, following that logic?
i am extremely sad and i may write about that in a locked post. i kept this journal to have a place to whine but then felt like i should keep from whining for as long as possible because i'm stubborn. anyway my life is shitty right now but it's all bad stuff that will eventually be ok, i just have to get through all these fucking roadblocks before i can feel better, and unfortunately they sort of have to happen one by one instead of simultaneously. yes i am cryptic.
my sister came to visit me and i hope she had a nice time. she's very hard to read and i don't think she liked the city much. part of that might be my fault because i took her to soho and then i didn't stop her from going in the soho h&m, which is one of the worst places on earth. also i forgot that she is not used to the enormous amount of walking required to live here.
i have not managed to get married and this is a source of great consternation for everyone i know.
i originally posted to let you all know that i gave in and started a sort-of-maybe-fashion-tumblr which is ostensibly about my tights and shoes. of course, this means i mostly have perverts following me and adding my flickr photos to their favorites. it's creepy but worth it for the lulz.
i had previously said that i would not start a fashion blog of any sort since i felt there were enough of them and most of them were pointless/racist/sexist/horrifying and all of them write about the same things and can be divided into discrete stereotypical categories, like "fashion goth", "90s fashion but 90% more expensive", "i'm rich enough to afford balmain", "magical pixie dream girl" and the ever popular "i want to live in a wes anderson movie and look like an aviatrix". but i like tights, and i need a diversion, and swilkesse told me to do it, so that's my excuse.