spontaneous combustion
Well hello, World.
I am a happy little girl. I am typing on my new laptop, which HYST tricked out for me. It's sweet and the screen rocks. (I am blind.) I can't wait to start doing some production again. It's been years. Some part of me has been in a coma because of that. I looking forward to awakening. Have to get a new midi keyboard, audio card, do do do, da da da. maybe I'll do that tonight.
I am wearing a cute new top I got for $4. It shows my boobies. I went out, but the place had closed, had to come home. Looks like I got dressed up to visit Nuv egg. That's OK. It's fun to spend money on gear.
I think, since my last post, I dropped out of NA, rejoined, dropped out, got the job at Citicard, got fired, went to a mental hospital for a week, chilled at home a great deal, rejoined NA, got a temp job writing web content at $60 an hour, put on a Cake CD and turned on my new laptop. Life is interesting, eh? Please tell me I'm no more neurotic than the rest of you.
So, I'm writing a book with my mother. It's about a mysterious (reazl life) blues musician from Jacksonville. It's a historical fiction. Once it's puiblished, we're going to be rich. I'm going to buy a lot of stuff. It's actually very difficult to write a novel. It's cool doing the research and organizing content, but it's hard to sit down and actually write the damn thing. I have enourmous respect for good writers, especially people like John Irving. If you haven't read Hotel New Hampshire you should.
I've been dating someone for about two years, off and on. His name is Frankie and he's from Philly. He's Italian. Weird, huh? But we have crazy sex. I like to DO IT. All of our kinks match up perfectly and I can watch porn whenever I choose. I had to get used to the way he yells, though. You know how some northern city people yell almost everything? Like, say I cut my hand with a knife and yelped. He'd say, "What the fuck are you doing?!" which translates to, "Are you OK?!" Maybe this isn't sounding so flattering, but I hope you get it. Just think Italian, Philly, Frankie. He's looks really Italian, dark olive skin and great laugh lines. Not that laugh lines are somehow indicative of Italians. I was just throwing that in.
So, um, I'm still selling jewelry, in two shops now and it's going rather well. I dig the thought of people walking around wearing my pieces.
Well, to all my friends and freaks... hti me up. I miss you.
I am a happy little girl. I am typing on my new laptop, which HYST tricked out for me. It's sweet and the screen rocks. (I am blind.) I can't wait to start doing some production again. It's been years. Some part of me has been in a coma because of that. I looking forward to awakening. Have to get a new midi keyboard, audio card, do do do, da da da. maybe I'll do that tonight.
I am wearing a cute new top I got for $4. It shows my boobies. I went out, but the place had closed, had to come home. Looks like I got dressed up to visit Nuv egg. That's OK. It's fun to spend money on gear.
I think, since my last post, I dropped out of NA, rejoined, dropped out, got the job at Citicard, got fired, went to a mental hospital for a week, chilled at home a great deal, rejoined NA, got a temp job writing web content at $60 an hour, put on a Cake CD and turned on my new laptop. Life is interesting, eh? Please tell me I'm no more neurotic than the rest of you.
So, I'm writing a book with my mother. It's about a mysterious (reazl life) blues musician from Jacksonville. It's a historical fiction. Once it's puiblished, we're going to be rich. I'm going to buy a lot of stuff. It's actually very difficult to write a novel. It's cool doing the research and organizing content, but it's hard to sit down and actually write the damn thing. I have enourmous respect for good writers, especially people like John Irving. If you haven't read Hotel New Hampshire you should.
I've been dating someone for about two years, off and on. His name is Frankie and he's from Philly. He's Italian. Weird, huh? But we have crazy sex. I like to DO IT. All of our kinks match up perfectly and I can watch porn whenever I choose. I had to get used to the way he yells, though. You know how some northern city people yell almost everything? Like, say I cut my hand with a knife and yelped. He'd say, "What the fuck are you doing?!" which translates to, "Are you OK?!" Maybe this isn't sounding so flattering, but I hope you get it. Just think Italian, Philly, Frankie. He's looks really Italian, dark olive skin and great laugh lines. Not that laugh lines are somehow indicative of Italians. I was just throwing that in.
So, um, I'm still selling jewelry, in two shops now and it's going rather well. I dig the thought of people walking around wearing my pieces.
Well, to all my friends and freaks... hti me up. I miss you.