So, two things happened today, one not so exciting, and the other not really either, but I can dress them up and pretend they are.
I picked my mom up from Downtown in the afternoon. Getting there was a herculean task, there were four traffic accidents between my house and Downtown! One was being cleared up, they were putting the car on the tow truck as I came by, the second was on the other side of the highway right before the tunnel, it seemed pretty bad. The third was a result of rubbernecking on the second one, and that caused two lanes (out of three) to be closed, so that really sucked. I let about 10 people go ahead of me, becaues what else were they to do. The fourth was in SW Portland, a five-car one, it was just silly. Rain does that I guess sometimes. Just not a good day to be driving.
On the way back, I told my mom with whom I was having dinner all these times (BDSM community). She didn't flip out, and I didn't expect her to, cause she's an awesome mom. She first asked if it was safe, and then what kind of people they are. She was really cool with it mostly. And that's why I told her. That kind of spawned a conversation about how there are a lot of non-consensual power exchanges: at work, in school, in marriages. We started talking about her and my dad. It's good to talk about that, because I want to be there for her and let her know it's okay, and it wasn't her fault.
The other event was a play party. I was supposed to meet up with two of my friends so they could bring me into it as their guest, but I got there a lot earlier than them, so I ended up being brought in by another couple. I don't know if I did the right thing, but it was a bit silly for me to just wait outside. There wasn't a whole lot of people I knew there, so I didn't really feel comfortable anywhere, and I just kept walking around and going different places. I didn't play at all, which was a bit of a shame, 'cause I think I need it in some level. Every one left there really early too, they all just played once and then got out of there. It was just kind of 'bleh'. I mean, the space is awesome, but I guess I didn't feel really a part of anything. Also they started getting in to this heavy political conversation in the kitchen, which took up several people for a couple hours. It's just not something that's very fun to talk about at a party.
I want a job, and then I want to move out and find a house or apartment for rent in SE Portland (I think?). That should be good. And then Venice can come crash on the couch and smoke cigarettes on the porch.
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I heard a remix of Nine Inch Nail's "Hurt" yesterday on KNRK (it's not 94.7 FM, it's KNRK, dammit). It was really super fantastic, it was just minimal accompaniment with piano, bass and guitar, but it was really really well done. I heard it, understood the lyrics, introspected, but, unlike four years ago, I'm not sad, or angry because I listened to it. I might try listening to Tool again, ha.
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
you could have it all
my empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
I picked my mom up from Downtown in the afternoon. Getting there was a herculean task, there were four traffic accidents between my house and Downtown! One was being cleared up, they were putting the car on the tow truck as I came by, the second was on the other side of the highway right before the tunnel, it seemed pretty bad. The third was a result of rubbernecking on the second one, and that caused two lanes (out of three) to be closed, so that really sucked. I let about 10 people go ahead of me, becaues what else were they to do. The fourth was in SW Portland, a five-car one, it was just silly. Rain does that I guess sometimes. Just not a good day to be driving.
On the way back, I told my mom with whom I was having dinner all these times (BDSM community). She didn't flip out, and I didn't expect her to, cause she's an awesome mom. She first asked if it was safe, and then what kind of people they are. She was really cool with it mostly. And that's why I told her. That kind of spawned a conversation about how there are a lot of non-consensual power exchanges: at work, in school, in marriages. We started talking about her and my dad. It's good to talk about that, because I want to be there for her and let her know it's okay, and it wasn't her fault.
The other event was a play party. I was supposed to meet up with two of my friends so they could bring me into it as their guest, but I got there a lot earlier than them, so I ended up being brought in by another couple. I don't know if I did the right thing, but it was a bit silly for me to just wait outside. There wasn't a whole lot of people I knew there, so I didn't really feel comfortable anywhere, and I just kept walking around and going different places. I didn't play at all, which was a bit of a shame, 'cause I think I need it in some level. Every one left there really early too, they all just played once and then got out of there. It was just kind of 'bleh'. I mean, the space is awesome, but I guess I didn't feel really a part of anything. Also they started getting in to this heavy political conversation in the kitchen, which took up several people for a couple hours. It's just not something that's very fun to talk about at a party.
I want a job, and then I want to move out and find a house or apartment for rent in SE Portland (I think?). That should be good. And then Venice can come crash on the couch and smoke cigarettes on the porch.
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I heard a remix of Nine Inch Nail's "Hurt" yesterday on KNRK (it's not 94.7 FM, it's KNRK, dammit). It was really super fantastic, it was just minimal accompaniment with piano, bass and guitar, but it was really really well done. I heard it, understood the lyrics, introspected, but, unlike four years ago, I'm not sad, or angry because I listened to it. I might try listening to Tool again, ha.
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
you could have it all
my empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
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(See we can both pretend)