I'm officially addicted to
Swap Bot and mailart in general. I've been wanting to get into it for years and didn't know how to. I have an inkling that this may be what keeps me sane back in Chehalis...
This is what I did yesterday and today:
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It wasn't actually my idea. It's part of a swap I joined. So I'm sending it off to someone and they'll send me back their version. And I don't know what theirs will be like: just a list, or maybe as artsy as mine.
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I just crossed off one on mine: order a subscription to The Sun. I guess that was one of the things I missed most about hanging out at your house all the time a few years ago.
ps.. this reminds me of the little zine you made a long time ago: what to do with your broken self.
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Hey, guess what? I'm going to drive down to Portland on Saturday to meet some person who reads my LJ for dinner! This means:
-I accept my fear of driving in big cities and I'm doing it anyway
-I accept my fear that "CommonReader" is not some crazed creepy stalker and it'll be fun (reinforced by meeting my aunt on Myspace and going to live with her for a month. Blind Faith kicks Stupid Fear's stupid butt every time)
-I'm doing something! Kevin gets worried because I don't hang out with anybody and I don't leave the apartment very much. Since I've moved in, I haven't spent a night away from home except when I was in Missouri or Mexico.
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