Content: Appalling
I'm told that LJ is old news and that Tumblr is the new thing. My plan is to be, at least temporarily, defiant on this front.
Things are good! In that they are horrible. I realized that I update this almost not at all while in periods of stability, because there aren't enough uprisings to warrant entries acting as letters in bottles, to let the world know I'm still alive and funny.
Since moving back to Columbus, I've convinced myself thoroughly and cleanly that it's the place to be at this juncture. I got a giant house where everything is crooked and there are soft spots in the floors that I step carefully around, but neglect to warn others about. When in California, I got really into the absurd notion that I should have color in my home. I bought things with color. I am back in Ohio and over it. Do I get new things? Do I throw these things out and live with a lot of space and almost no items? Do I just paint everything white or one of those non-color shades of whatever?
I would like to think I am becoming Diane Arbus, without the talent or vision.
Living alone has highlighted two things very clearly:
1. I do not cook for myself, only others. Even the act of simply microwaving something is almost unbearable in this state.
2. I somehow have less room in bed. The cause is 100% cats.
Have I mentioned that I am single, living in a huge haunted house, and have five cats squatting here with me? I used the hair I brushed from them to spin yarn. Everything about me looks pretty stable and appealing.
Lastly, I've been conducting science experiments in the sink.
Hypothesis: Neglect and Dishes, when combined, result in new ecosystems.
Result: Freaky smells.
Things are good! In that they are horrible. I realized that I update this almost not at all while in periods of stability, because there aren't enough uprisings to warrant entries acting as letters in bottles, to let the world know I'm still alive and funny.
Since moving back to Columbus, I've convinced myself thoroughly and cleanly that it's the place to be at this juncture. I got a giant house where everything is crooked and there are soft spots in the floors that I step carefully around, but neglect to warn others about. When in California, I got really into the absurd notion that I should have color in my home. I bought things with color. I am back in Ohio and over it. Do I get new things? Do I throw these things out and live with a lot of space and almost no items? Do I just paint everything white or one of those non-color shades of whatever?
I would like to think I am becoming Diane Arbus, without the talent or vision.
Living alone has highlighted two things very clearly:
1. I do not cook for myself, only others. Even the act of simply microwaving something is almost unbearable in this state.
2. I somehow have less room in bed. The cause is 100% cats.
Have I mentioned that I am single, living in a huge haunted house, and have five cats squatting here with me? I used the hair I brushed from them to spin yarn. Everything about me looks pretty stable and appealing.
Lastly, I've been conducting science experiments in the sink.
Hypothesis: Neglect and Dishes, when combined, result in new ecosystems.
Result: Freaky smells.