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tonight reminds me of when i used to live alone and get drunk by myself on cheap whisky, battered stereo turned up bang-on-the-ceiling loud with ancient mixtapes, and how wonderfully lonely it was. i always put on a skirt, too, so that dancing around the apartment on my furniture would be that much more fun.
i'm feeling a little nostalgic, but not so much in a bad way. i have had a fairly decent couple of days, and it's weird realizing that i feel happy and not just content. i think i've been going through a phase of numbness lately without even realizing it. i'd go into it more, but it's hard for me to believe that livejournal is a good medium for that, or that anybody is even out there still.
there's a girl on livejournal who reminds me strongly of myself three years ago. i want to call her up and give her a hug, but i think that may skeeve her out a bit. hello, younger, hipper self. i want to tell her that things will get better, to look at this great big wonderful world! -- but i think it would be a bit depressing for her to see me. i'm not really someone that sixteen year old girls aspire to be.
i wish i knew where my mix tapes were. all of my music is still packed away, and i believe that this is a deep source of repressed pain for me. maybe. in other news, my hair is flipping outward today and it's awesome. also, i smell like a gigantic navel orange.
hello, internets!
edited to add: i just made some earrings to match my skirt and OH MY GOD my fine motor skills are nothing after a few shots of vodka. fortunately, i'm drunk enough to think they still look good. sweet.
i'm feeling a little nostalgic, but not so much in a bad way. i have had a fairly decent couple of days, and it's weird realizing that i feel happy and not just content. i think i've been going through a phase of numbness lately without even realizing it. i'd go into it more, but it's hard for me to believe that livejournal is a good medium for that, or that anybody is even out there still.
there's a girl on livejournal who reminds me strongly of myself three years ago. i want to call her up and give her a hug, but i think that may skeeve her out a bit. hello, younger, hipper self. i want to tell her that things will get better, to look at this great big wonderful world! -- but i think it would be a bit depressing for her to see me. i'm not really someone that sixteen year old girls aspire to be.
i wish i knew where my mix tapes were. all of my music is still packed away, and i believe that this is a deep source of repressed pain for me. maybe. in other news, my hair is flipping outward today and it's awesome. also, i smell like a gigantic navel orange.
hello, internets!
edited to add: i just made some earrings to match my skirt and OH MY GOD my fine motor skills are nothing after a few shots of vodka. fortunately, i'm drunk enough to think they still look good. sweet.