i've been having a clear out, and i feel good :: cue james brown ::
dumped a load of clothes (recycled of course), ditched some souvenirs (after giving them all a final run of course *wink*), threw out 8 bin bags of hoarded crap and just generally had a mental and sentimental item spring clean
so onto better things. yesterdays bbq was yet another top drawer effort. not bad for a country with such a shit climate. having a new housemate not only means i got more pennies in the bank, i've got them well trained in the dishwasher dept and bringing brew home on their way back from work. nice to see certain people again and the hairy hounds and beehive was a great way to end the night... or rather start the night!
i was going to remark how funny life is but nothing is happening to me that i didn't expect. out of the darkness comes a new path every fucking time. only fear is oneday... but so far so good
been reading some fucking excellent journal entries - so many people i can tap into their psyche. some however just have me crying with laughter
:: nickysonic :: gets the award for appearing on just about every journal i've read and i just want to say nice to see the bull and gate in his band photos... now that brings back memories
feeling fresh, vindicated, antsy for my trips
not much else to report. which is good
:: question :: what is your ultimate object of sentimental value?
dumped a load of clothes (recycled of course), ditched some souvenirs (after giving them all a final run of course *wink*), threw out 8 bin bags of hoarded crap and just generally had a mental and sentimental item spring clean
so onto better things. yesterdays bbq was yet another top drawer effort. not bad for a country with such a shit climate. having a new housemate not only means i got more pennies in the bank, i've got them well trained in the dishwasher dept and bringing brew home on their way back from work. nice to see certain people again and the hairy hounds and beehive was a great way to end the night... or rather start the night!
i was going to remark how funny life is but nothing is happening to me that i didn't expect. out of the darkness comes a new path every fucking time. only fear is oneday... but so far so good
been reading some fucking excellent journal entries - so many people i can tap into their psyche. some however just have me crying with laughter
:: nickysonic :: gets the award for appearing on just about every journal i've read and i just want to say nice to see the bull and gate in his band photos... now that brings back memories
feeling fresh, vindicated, antsy for my trips
not much else to report. which is good
:: question :: what is your ultimate object of sentimental value?
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that captures my state of mind at this point in time perfectly.
my ultimate object is a tiny gold pin of a baby duck that my mom pinned on me on my first day of kindergarten. she told me that if i was ever scared, to look down at the ducky pin and think of her. the duck had one of his legs broken off, too.
i still have the pin. and i'm still scared. huh.