I did good things today.
I went to my whale-cruise training class, which was awesome. I'll be going out on a big ol' boat every other weekend this winter to see Gray whales and dolphins and gigantic jellies and seals and sea lions and all kinds of other marine goodness.
>warm/fuzzy<
I went Christmas shopping at the mall. On a Saturday afternoon, in the thick of the holiday hubbub. This is something that would normally make me snap into a wretched mood, but I enjoyed myself immensly. I found presents for a few people, and bought an n.a.p. cuddle bear from Brookstone, made with some fancy-dancy softie stuff that feels so good when you touch it and I'm going to give it to Madison and have her put it in the Toys for Tots bin. She's 4, it's time to learn about giving and that there are kids who have nothing, and are scared and sad all the time. Won't it be nice for them to hug a super-soft teddy bear who will absorb all their worries and fears. This little bear could grow up to be someone's best friend. I guess we all have our destinies.
Getting out of the parking lot was heinous, so I toked up good and sat it out. Pretty much everyone who wanted in, I let them in. Perhaps not so much just to be nice, but to annoy the shit out of the people behind me who weren't letting ANYONE in. Fuck those jerkoffs. I even let in the cheaters, you know the ones who sneak up in the lane they just made up just now (aka the shoulder).
So I came home, and started to pick up my room, and watched The Polar Express, and listened to the family sing "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer" at the tops of their lungs...so cute. While shoveling through the mounds of creative litter, I found a postcard advertising an art gallery opening I had been wanting to attend, and it was tonight! Dark Vomit's Fish Out of Water Weirdo Art Gallery.
I mean, how could I not? Everything about it screams for me to come check it out.
So I dyed my hair and hoped for the best, threw on some fishnets and skidded down the sidewalk in the rain, bound and determined to go and have a good time. Lucky for little Miss Social Anxiety, it was a small, quiet place, and the art was fucking hysterical and beautiful. I recommend Dark Vomit a lot. A lot a lot a lot.
And I bought art. A Dark Vomit piece for me, and a PPQ piece for my dad for Christmas.
I feel good.
I went to my whale-cruise training class, which was awesome. I'll be going out on a big ol' boat every other weekend this winter to see Gray whales and dolphins and gigantic jellies and seals and sea lions and all kinds of other marine goodness.
>warm/fuzzy<
I went Christmas shopping at the mall. On a Saturday afternoon, in the thick of the holiday hubbub. This is something that would normally make me snap into a wretched mood, but I enjoyed myself immensly. I found presents for a few people, and bought an n.a.p. cuddle bear from Brookstone, made with some fancy-dancy softie stuff that feels so good when you touch it and I'm going to give it to Madison and have her put it in the Toys for Tots bin. She's 4, it's time to learn about giving and that there are kids who have nothing, and are scared and sad all the time. Won't it be nice for them to hug a super-soft teddy bear who will absorb all their worries and fears. This little bear could grow up to be someone's best friend. I guess we all have our destinies.
Getting out of the parking lot was heinous, so I toked up good and sat it out. Pretty much everyone who wanted in, I let them in. Perhaps not so much just to be nice, but to annoy the shit out of the people behind me who weren't letting ANYONE in. Fuck those jerkoffs. I even let in the cheaters, you know the ones who sneak up in the lane they just made up just now (aka the shoulder).
So I came home, and started to pick up my room, and watched The Polar Express, and listened to the family sing "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer" at the tops of their lungs...so cute. While shoveling through the mounds of creative litter, I found a postcard advertising an art gallery opening I had been wanting to attend, and it was tonight! Dark Vomit's Fish Out of Water Weirdo Art Gallery.
I mean, how could I not? Everything about it screams for me to come check it out.
So I dyed my hair and hoped for the best, threw on some fishnets and skidded down the sidewalk in the rain, bound and determined to go and have a good time. Lucky for little Miss Social Anxiety, it was a small, quiet place, and the art was fucking hysterical and beautiful. I recommend Dark Vomit a lot. A lot a lot a lot.
And I bought art. A Dark Vomit piece for me, and a PPQ piece for my dad for Christmas.
I feel good.
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he's gotten over me and slept with quite a few other people
I need to be better!
Here's hoping!
And thank you, bloomy-mi-mi-mi-mews!
You've always made me feel a little bit better even when I'm feeling better than ever! You only ever have something nice to say, and I'm happy to call you a friend, even if it's just over the silly webbernet.
Please stay in touch!