turning leaves
oh my lord, what kind of abominable devil's pollen is in the air?
can't. stop. sneezing.
so, i think october is the month of winnowing. throwing off ballast. trier mes déchets. i realized that i have spent so long out of sorts, out of state, and out of my ever-loving mind, that i don't know who i am. i was filling out the bio section for some website, and-- like on lj-- i had to list my interests. my interests. i was dumbfounded. and then deeply upset. i had no idea what i even liked. your interests, come ON, what are you interested in? i realized i was making the French Civil Servant face: mouth slack, lower lip pouting out, eyes impassive, brows upturned in an expression of blank apathy. bof. j'aime n'importe quoi. je n'aime rien. so, okay. time to get centered and find myself, whoever the fuck that may turn out to be.
can't. stop. sneezing.
so, i think october is the month of winnowing. throwing off ballast. trier mes déchets. i realized that i have spent so long out of sorts, out of state, and out of my ever-loving mind, that i don't know who i am. i was filling out the bio section for some website, and-- like on lj-- i had to list my interests. my interests. i was dumbfounded. and then deeply upset. i had no idea what i even liked. your interests, come ON, what are you interested in? i realized i was making the French Civil Servant face: mouth slack, lower lip pouting out, eyes impassive, brows upturned in an expression of blank apathy. bof. j'aime n'importe quoi. je n'aime rien. so, okay. time to get centered and find myself, whoever the fuck that may turn out to be.