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I have a yellow tank top. It's a work shirt, which means I can wear it every day and look like sunshine!
Okay, enough with the exclamation marks. I've been feeling exclamation-mark-ey lately, and it's getting offensive even tongue-in-cheek-wise. I've been pretty happy lately, insofar as I haven't been in jerked around by my hormones as in kill-mode (cause let's face it, during ovulation anything you aren't fucking you wanna kill if you aren't getting laid regularly).
I am so happy about my home, which will be mineminemine soon. Whenever I go over there I go out onto the porch, drool, and stare around in a bit of a daze. I'm already thinking about what I'll need (pots, maybe one more pan, spoons, kitchen chairs, potentially either a cubbyhole-type bookshelf or a a long low coffee table, maybe another dresser, a rocking chair) and where things will go and how I'll do what. It's bliss.
I notice that I haven't been dancing in far too long. We got a radio at work today, and before I hijacked it and started listening to the CBC I heard a song called New Soul by someone with one of my favourite ever names, Yael, and had to resist dancing around to it. You know, that's totally inappropriate behaviour at that kind of work, right? Although I should totally get that pink toolbelt from Dunbar Lumber for the next Sin City and run it the other way 'round.
One of the things that never changes in my lj is the tendency to start paragraphs with I. Have you noticed that?
I really need to do some packing here, though there's not so much to do as all that. I also need to remember to do the details (bc hydro account, address change with bill people, I could get cheques with this address on it even, imagine!)
More things I'll need soon include a laptop with wireless and ideally bluetooth capability, a couple more towels, and a zillion plant pots which I can acquire from work. Mmmrrr. Luxuries include facial piercings (it may be time to re-do my bridge; also vertical labret and maybe even septum sometime), digital camera (finally... I want one like Juggler's waterproof one), clay for the pottery wheel, and eventually tattoo and deep freeze (though I'm not feeling very cook-y lately).
Note that I'm making nearly twice as much as I've ever made in my life before. Oh, wait, you've noticed that have ya? It comes from buckling down and becoming a 9-5er (well, 8-4er), even if I do still get to work outside.
Other things: I'm still revelling in liking people again. I'm making an effort to meet people I haven't met before, to expand my conversational horizons, and to seek out similarities with people in areas I haven't had co-conspirators in before. It's nice. I seem to still be a big fan of jerks, but what'cha gonna do? I'm at least losing patience with it some nowadays.
Think that's it for now. Be well, guys.
Okay, enough with the exclamation marks. I've been feeling exclamation-mark-ey lately, and it's getting offensive even tongue-in-cheek-wise. I've been pretty happy lately, insofar as I haven't been in jerked around by my hormones as in kill-mode (cause let's face it, during ovulation anything you aren't fucking you wanna kill if you aren't getting laid regularly).
I am so happy about my home, which will be mineminemine soon. Whenever I go over there I go out onto the porch, drool, and stare around in a bit of a daze. I'm already thinking about what I'll need (pots, maybe one more pan, spoons, kitchen chairs, potentially either a cubbyhole-type bookshelf or a a long low coffee table, maybe another dresser, a rocking chair) and where things will go and how I'll do what. It's bliss.
I notice that I haven't been dancing in far too long. We got a radio at work today, and before I hijacked it and started listening to the CBC I heard a song called New Soul by someone with one of my favourite ever names, Yael, and had to resist dancing around to it. You know, that's totally inappropriate behaviour at that kind of work, right? Although I should totally get that pink toolbelt from Dunbar Lumber for the next Sin City and run it the other way 'round.
One of the things that never changes in my lj is the tendency to start paragraphs with I. Have you noticed that?
I really need to do some packing here, though there's not so much to do as all that. I also need to remember to do the details (bc hydro account, address change with bill people, I could get cheques with this address on it even, imagine!)
More things I'll need soon include a laptop with wireless and ideally bluetooth capability, a couple more towels, and a zillion plant pots which I can acquire from work. Mmmrrr. Luxuries include facial piercings (it may be time to re-do my bridge; also vertical labret and maybe even septum sometime), digital camera (finally... I want one like Juggler's waterproof one), clay for the pottery wheel, and eventually tattoo and deep freeze (though I'm not feeling very cook-y lately).
Note that I'm making nearly twice as much as I've ever made in my life before. Oh, wait, you've noticed that have ya? It comes from buckling down and becoming a 9-5er (well, 8-4er), even if I do still get to work outside.
Other things: I'm still revelling in liking people again. I'm making an effort to meet people I haven't met before, to expand my conversational horizons, and to seek out similarities with people in areas I haven't had co-conspirators in before. It's nice. I seem to still be a big fan of jerks, but what'cha gonna do? I'm at least losing patience with it some nowadays.
Think that's it for now. Be well, guys.
