and then I found you, pure but messy
This person is either a genious, or they have waayyyyyyy too much time on their hands. Probably both. X)!
Max sold the TV.
Just one more reminder that I have to get ALL OF THIS SHIT out of the apartment in two weeks. And I can't watch TV. ;_;
Tear apart your past; release yourself into the future.
So I've been cleaning out closets and whatnot, getting ready for the move. And naturally, coming across a lot of notebooks full of old stories and ideas, and sketchbooks full of old drawings.
I ripped them up.
I tore them apart and threw them into the recycling. Some of the notes I kept, to enter in on my computer and then throw away. And some of the drawings I kept. But very few. It felt so liberating. I had no idea that the majority of those things were just heavy baggage, post-it-note reminders of people that I used to be. I guess I just don't need to remember anymore.
Of course, I kept all of the notes/drawings that other people have given to me. But that is different.
Dry counties SUCK!!!
Holy fack. I came to the sudden realisation yesterday that I am going to be MOVING INTO A DRY COUNTY. This bothers me immensely, because for the past year and a half the majority of my social life has been comprised of 21+ music shows, meet-ups at bars, or bar-hopping (including titty-bars) with friends because everything becomes so much funny-er when you have a few drinks in you. And now I am moving to a place with NO BARS. Or music shows. Or titties. (well, yes, but no bare ones + alcohol)
This is not going to go over well >.>
Max sold the TV.
Just one more reminder that I have to get ALL OF THIS SHIT out of the apartment in two weeks. And I can't watch TV. ;_;
Tear apart your past; release yourself into the future.
So I've been cleaning out closets and whatnot, getting ready for the move. And naturally, coming across a lot of notebooks full of old stories and ideas, and sketchbooks full of old drawings.
I ripped them up.
I tore them apart and threw them into the recycling. Some of the notes I kept, to enter in on my computer and then throw away. And some of the drawings I kept. But very few. It felt so liberating. I had no idea that the majority of those things were just heavy baggage, post-it-note reminders of people that I used to be. I guess I just don't need to remember anymore.
Of course, I kept all of the notes/drawings that other people have given to me. But that is different.
Dry counties SUCK!!!
Holy fack. I came to the sudden realisation yesterday that I am going to be MOVING INTO A DRY COUNTY. This bothers me immensely, because for the past year and a half the majority of my social life has been comprised of 21+ music shows, meet-ups at bars, or bar-hopping (including titty-bars) with friends because everything becomes so much funny-er when you have a few drinks in you. And now I am moving to a place with NO BARS. Or music shows. Or titties. (well, yes, but no bare ones + alcohol)
This is not going to go over well >.>